#peter x james ( flashback )

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regulus: if we were dating, i'd kill you.

james: oo that's my type

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King Of My Heart (Body And Soul)~ R. Lupin.

Chapter  3 - Helpless 

Ootp! Remus Lupin x Sirius's sister!Reader

Synopsis: When James and Lily died, and your brother was sent to Azkaban, Remus was the only person you had left. Until he left too. What happens when he returns after the events of Sirius's escape, only to find out you have a son? A son that's his.

WC: 2.2 k

Warnings: lots of italics, probably grammatical mistakes, kiss(es), might be ooc idk, child (?), fem reader, italics are flashbacks and thoughts ( idk), love (ew), Sirius is back, mentions of torture, abuse, walburga black, abandonment, fear of feeling helpless, screaming ig, abandonment [ look at series masterlist for all content warnings]

A/n: I am actually so, so proud of this chapter. It's slightly longer than the others and a little more angsty. LOTS of conflicting feelings. Remus is kind of an ass, but no one's perfect :) But I’ll have it be less sad in the next few chapters following ch 4. I think? Thanks for reading and please reblog and/or comment. If you like this :) likes don't do much on tumblr <3

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With a furrow of his brows, Remus glanced towards Sirius when the two of you made your way to the dining hall for the order meeting.

If Sirius noticed, he didn’t say anything. Molly ushered the children out of the hall and Kingsley started the meeting.

They began with new information and ended with assigned missions. With your absence from the order for so long, you seemed to be the least informed amongst them all. So far you knew that Kingsley worked for the ministry and was secretly helping lead the order under Dumbledore's guidance.

And that there was an incredibly intelligent woman at the end of the table. Nymphadora Tonks. Don’t call her that though.

The name Tonks was awfully familiar to you. Until it clicked. She was your niece! Your cousin’s daughter.

Oh how she’d grown up. 

Along with this, you got to know about Peter’s betrayal and how he had framed your brother. Peter… You really did treasure his friendship at one point. You grieved him just as you had the others. To know that he was a traitor and sent your brother to Azkaban and was partially responsible for your husband's leaving, left you seething, to say the least.

You wanted to crush that thick skull of his with your bare hands.

 Noticing your discomfort, Sirius put a hand over yours, so as to say…you’re okay.

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“you’re okay. You’re okay” At this point you weren’t sure whether Sirius’s words were meant to convince you or convince himself. His chest rising and falling rapidly to accommodate his frantic state.

Walburga’s yelling could be heard from the other room.

“YOU DISGRACE! YOU IMBECILE! GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!” Her yelling did little to calm your trembling and even littler to quiet your sobs.

You do not know what began another one of her scoldings, you don’t remember what you’d done to be on its receiving end yet again. All you knew is that Sirius was punished with the cruciatus curse and you were going to be next. Despite his state, all Sirius thought about was you. How his baby sister was hurt, scared and in so much pain.

That night Sirius left, with you, nothing but his wand and jacket hung about his arm as he led a trembling you out of the house and ran.

That night Sirius ran, he ran till his legs burned. His calves ached and his chest heaved. He ran and ran and ran. He ran to the only place he could think of. He ran.

“Don’t you dare come back! You disgrace to the Black Family name!” Walburg’s words were still ringing in his ears by the time he made it to potter manor, and you weren’t in a much better state yourself.

As soon as the door opened to the frantic knocking, it seemed as though all the adrenaline left Sirius's body and he collapsed right into James's arms. You stood there, eyes stinging, heavy with exhaustion. That was when you truly felt helpless.

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The next morning, you awoke to voices. Not the ones in your head, ones from outside. With little energy you opened up your eyes. The brightness of the morning sun blinded you for a moment, and that suffocating feeling came back.

You sat up so fast that your head started to spin. Your eyes were wide and your breathing erratic. 

As you were ready to look around your surroundings, ready to see exactly where Walburga had put you again, a hand came into your field of vision. A bruised hand, ready to help.

Sirius gently hovered his hands over your cheek, careful as to not touch you. His eyes held the utmost kindness and compassion. He had woken up from one too many nightmares himself.

“Y/n?” His voice was unsure yet it provided you with the comfort you seeked at the moment.

Your shoulders relaxed and you Jumped forward to embrace him. You were safe, you were okay.

Once most of the order members left, You began to count just how many people will be staying at grimmauld place for the time being.

You had a place further away from this merlin forsaken house. That felt like home. This didn't 

You and Regulus had only shown up a couple days ago to tidy up and be prepared. Technically, you owned it, and there was nothing your mother’s portrait that hung in the second floor corridor could do about it. She was dead.

The Weasleys, Harry, Hermione and Sirius were all staying, there was more than enough room for them. What you dreaded was Remus’s presence. 

Gathering up all the courage you could, you decided to talk to Remus. No time like the present! Should be a piece of cake!

Wrong.

Remus avoided you every chance he got. And you can’t blame him. 

Okay...perhaps you were avoiding him a teeny, tiny, itty, bitty bit as well…

Okay! you were avoiding him fully.

But you can’t blame yourself! It’s hard.

What are you supposed to say?

“Oh hey husband who left me to process severe trauma and grief on my own..you have a KID! He’s 13! You know him already! :D ”

Making faces at your inner monologue wasn’t helping though, because you jumped the moment your eyes caught a figure leaning against the doorway, right arm up against the arch as the other finds purchase on his hip.

Remus.

Remus, your husband, was watching you make faces at yourself to talk to yourself for the past..you don’t know how long.

For a moment you just stared at each other, blinking and making no noise.

Then a smile broke out on his face, which subsequently led to one on yours.

He was the first to break the silence.

“So…How are you?” he pursed his lips after he spoke.

Strange, you considered. That’s how he begins a conversation?

Your eyes move across the room, he’s staring straight at you. It feels like he can see right through you. That he can see the gears turning in your head.

“I’ve met Regulus before…At Hogwarts, I mean. I was his DADA professor.” He says after noticing your silence.

Getting a noise of affirmation from you in return encourages his to speak further.

“Who is he? To you? I know the name isn’t exactly new” His head tilted to the side in the way a kicked puppy's would. 

From where you’re standing, in the little light, you can see his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he gulps, nervousness obvious throughout his being.

You don't lead with “he’s your son”. No. You begin short and simple. 

“He’s my son.”

You hope your voice doesn't reflect the fact that a lump has formed in your throat. You hoped your voice wasn't trembling like your hands.

A look washes over Remus's face. One you’d describe as recognition…or perhaps disappointment. In you or himself, that you wouldn't know.

Being from the Black family, you never hid your true thoughts. Feelings? sure, but thoughts? No.

“Disappointed are you? In me or yourself?”

There was a sass to your words you didn't expect. Once again a smile seems to tug at Remus's lips, stretching the scar, you didn't recognise yet, ever so slightly.

“Ever the witty one, my love” his words were airy. More relaxed.

Certainly too relaxed for your taste. There was no way he was so apathetic towards this. Not when it hurts you like a thousand hexes.

“Don't.” 

You don't know what gave you the sudden strength, the sudden courage, to stand your ground. What made you narrow your eyes and cross your arms.

What made you suddenly reject the light atmosphere he had created, while you so clearly longed to be in his arms. Heaving a sigh, you continued.

“You don't get to just come back and call me your love. You can't do that to me. Not again.”

Your voice was but a mere whisper towards the end of your sentance.

Not again. That's what you told yourself when you saw Remus this morning. You weren't going to throw yourself into his arms again. 

But how could you not when his arms just looked so warm and comfortable?

How could you when you’d spent fourteen years without them?

You were hoping he’d pick up the forgiving glint in your eyes and apologise.

His gaze flickered throughout the room. As if somehow that would answer you. First the lamp, in the furthest corner. Then the carpet caught his attention. Then suddenly the marble countertop seemed oh so interesting.

After what felt like hours, but really must've been a minute, he began to break the silence.

“Right…uhh-”

You watched as he paused, a divot appearing in between his brows, scrunching together, as a look of realisation crossed his features.

“-how old is he?”

The words escaped him with urgency, as if knowing this was extremely crucial.

It was, you just didn't know that.

“He’s fourteen- will be this year.”

Your mind was racing with thoughts, surely Remus wouldn't need to ask something so trivial.

It felt as though you could see the gears turning in his mind. He was so deep into thought.

But then his eyebrows shot up and his eyes widened.

“He’s mine.” He wasn't asking though, despite it sounding more like a question than affirmative.

That, you didn't expect.

And now you were the one who’s gaze was skittering across the room in hopes of finding an answer.

He knows. He knows. Oh Merlin he knows!

“He’s mine.”

Remus repeats, his voice comes out choked. As if he was ready to cry any moment.

Hearing a sniffle, you looked up to see Remus bringing his hand up to his face, which was rather red, and covering his eyes much like a little kid would.

You felt horrible, how could you hide this from him.

No. You did the right thing. He didn't want you. He wouldn't want Regulus either. He left! Awful. Awful! Bad!

“I have a son?”

You could definitely hear the tears in his voice, his light, choked up sobs echoed through the room. 

Hey, that's how you reacted when you found out too. 

You felt the sudden need to apologise. You shouldn't have to.

“Yes.” 

You settled on that. Yes. That's all he needed to know.

A flurry of questions bombarded his mind.

“Why didn't you tell me?” 

He looked angry. Why was he angry? He has no right to be angry.

You were furious.

“Why do you think Remus? Why do you think I hid him from you? Are you that daft!?”

 An incredulous chuckle accompanied your words. You were seething. And you weren't done, so you continued.

“You left me! James and Lily died! My brother was sent to Azkaban. And you left!”

Your volume was rising by the second. You're certain a little more and the whole house would hear it.

Maybe also hear the sound of your heart breaking along with.

You felt ridiculous. How is he angry at this? He has no right.

“If you’d told me I would have stayed! How long had you known!?”

If you told him.

He wouldn't have stayed for you. He would have stayed for the kid.

Not for you.

“Two weeks before-”

You managed to get out before he interrupted you.

“And you didn't think to tell me!?”

Why did he have to say it like that? Like he hated you?

It hurt.

“I tried.” 

Your chest felt heavy as you uttered those words. It felt like a wound had reopened.

Once again you were meek. You felt like a child being reprimanded by their parent. You've had a fair share of that already. You didn't need more.

You felt...helpless.

This was your husband. He wasn't supposed to be angry at you.

Suddenly all the feelings you’d been shoving down came right up.

“No Remus. You have no right! You cannot come back after years and pretend that we are fine! I did the right thing Remus. And I will not have you make me believe otherwise.”

You felt ridiculous. Yet again, he has made you feel small. That didn't happen before. 

Remus, your remus always made you feel loved. And seen.

This isn't your Remus.

“I don't know who you are. I know I did the right thing. I know…”

Right?

You shook your head as you spoke those words, you seemed to close in on yourself. Backing away until you couldn't. You can't do this right now.

His words seemed so collected when he replied. As much as they could, when he had been sobbing a moment ago. They still held anger in them.

“But I am his father.”

A gasp echoes through the empty corridor.

Not yours…

Regulus's.

"He is my father?”

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A Not So Secret Relationship

Severus Snape x reader

Word count: 2k

after years of a not so secret relationship a student catches then sharing a loving kiss. Which cause rumours to spiral around the school, whats going on with professor Snape and professor L/N?

You had been working at hogwarts since you were 20 which was the youngest the school had seen to teach muggle studies since you were muggleborn. 2 years later your dear friend severus snape joined you to teach as well but was offered potion professor and not defence against the dark arts professor. Even though you were very different, you being a gryffindor and him being a slytherin you got along very well. You actually didn’t become friends till both your last years at Hogwarts. You always saw him alone or being bullied by the same gryffindor as James Potter, Sirius black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew also called the marauders and one day you decided to stand up for him seeing how cruel it was.

Flashback

It was a normal day at Hogwarts. You were walking around the hall when you heard a commotion coming from around the corner. You'd decided to take a peak and see what was happening and you could see the marauders bullying someone and hanging him upside down. As soon as you saw that you made a run for it towards James who was the one casting the spell as you went near him you pushed him to lose focus luckily the boy wasn’t too high up when he fell.

Y/N: what is wrong with you lot doing that to someone that is just cruel and mean

James: well he deserved it y/n you know what he called lilly, he called her a mudblood

I paused for a second looking between them the boy was no sat against the wall but i still thought what he did was cruel

Y/N: still doesn't give you the right to treat someone so cruelly, if he did say something like then your the one that's supposed to be better and not do things so idiotic you head boy after all lead my example

The group stared at me in surprised that i would defend a slytherin

James: come on boy let's get out of here

Before they were fully out of ear shot i heard them call me a traitor to my house but i didn't care no one deserved such cruel treatment

As soon as I couldn't see them I turned to the boy that got bullied. He was a little hurt getting a scratch on his head from being dropped. Which was my fault, maybe I should have made me put him down slowly instead of pushing him. I crouched down to his level grabbing my handkerchief from my school bag to wipe the little blood on his head

As i was wiping his head he decided to finally speak

Boy: their telling the truth you know

Y/N:I know

He finally looked at me and look surprised

Boy: then why did you help me aren’t you a muggleborn too

I gave out a long sigh

Y/N: I am, but no one ever deserves to be treated less than anything human also how did you know i was a muggleborn

Boy: i was friends with lily before i called that name and she mentioned you a couple times

Y/N: oh did she now i didn’t really think we were friends we barely talk

Boy: yeah she talks about how smart and nice you were apparently you helped her out a few time and she felt grateful for. You are really nice by the way

I giggle at his comment it seemed he was shy when saying it

Y/N: well thank you…

Severus: snape, Severus Snape

Y/N: well snape, can i call you severus instead

Severus: only my friends call me that

I gave him a big smile

Y/N: well wanna be friends then

It took awhile to get him to agree to being friends but it was a great friendship even if people thought it was weird me being friends with him but i never let it bother me and over time i started to develop feelings for him but never got to tell him at school

Flashback ended

It had been 2 years since I graduated and I had become a muggle studies teacher here after Dumbledore gave me the offer and I gladly accepted . another year passed when a new teacher can when i found out it was severus when i saw him in the staff room i ran to him and gave him a big hug.

He was a bit taken aback from the hug and luckily no one else was in the staff room to see

Y/N: i miss you so much severus why did you ever write me

I started to let out all my suppressed emotions that i didn’t realise i was holding in. he let out a sigh before speaking

Severus: I had my reasons that i can’t tell you just yet but i will say that i have missed you too and i was actually scared yo see you

Y/N: why were you scared to see me

Severus: well that because… i wanted to confess something to you..

I was looking hopeful at him now had he been feeling the same way about me like i have about him

Severus: i have liked you for so long and every day that ive thought about you that feeling has grown and developed into love. Even though its been years since i last saw you i finally realised that i love you and wanna be with you. So if youd allows me can i take you in a date

I immediately jumped him and gave him a bear crushing hug

Y/N: of course severus you can and i love you too i loved you every since we started to be friends

He gave out a sigh of relief at my answer

Severus: you have no idea how happy i am right now

Ever since that day you have started to date everyone knew but ever brought it up since it wasn’t their business but what they saw warmed their heart. Seeing the one cold and withdrawn severus actually turn happy when you walked into a room or were in the area. But of course he still tried to hid that side of it since they thought only you deserved to see that side of him but he could not always hide it. Few years later after dating you'd gotten married it was a big ceremony it was a small one of just you and him just how you always wanted

And that now brings us to the year 1993 10 years after being married you still loved teaching at that school mainly because you also wanted to be close to Severus and he never complained. But only complained about harry potter it was the boys third year and as alway severus did really like him since he was a reminder of his youth and i would never blame him

Y/N: hello severus how are you this morning my love

I made my way into in classroom due to not seeing him during breakfast

Severus: not so good if im honest

I placed down a small plate of food he can eat since i know he didnt grab anything before heading back to the classroom

Y/N: and why is that love

Severus: well it’s because i'm teaching potters class

I let out a sigh

Y/N: you know he’s not his father right so please cut the boy a little bit of slack and the rest of the kids they have me later in the day and they still complain

Severus: i know his not his father but he remind me so much like him

Y/N: he won’t be like him the school will teach him better

Severus let out a sigh before grabbing my hand to say come sit with me, so i sit on his lap as we continue our conversation

Severus: your right, but i still won’t go easy on him or the student they need to learn one wrong move they’ll all end up like mister finnigan

I giggle at all the memories i had over the years that id seen the boy come in my class with missing eyebrows

Y/N: give the poor boy some slack he’s not very good at potions it's a hard subject for him

Severus: your beautiful when you smile you know…also i'll never stop loving you laugh it just brings be joy every time

At those comments i started to blush

Y/N: severus stop you're embarrassing me

Severus: i'm just trying to tell my dear wife how much i think she's beautiful and how much i love her presence

Y/N: well Mr snape i love you too

Severus: well Mrs snape i love you more

He cupped my cheek before he leaned in for a long passionate kiss, but without realising it students had filed into the class a a few had saw that kiss both. One of the student decided to get our attention and we both broke away from the kiss in surprise

Student: u-um excuse us professors

Y/N; o-oh im so sorry i should let you teach severus

I got up from his lap and made my way out of the class

Y/N: bye severus see you later

That potion class was a even bad one for those students since any student who tried to ask about what they saw would question it

After morning classes it was lunchtime and whispers and rumours already spread around the school about Severus and you. Causing severus to be annoyed he hated when people talked about you but it made you giggle more than anything since the amount of theories people thought of

Class had resumed and you had the third years first and you knew they were gonna ask questions but you didn;t mind telling them the truth it really surprised you though not more people new about you and severus marriage you neve had your affection but severus did always acted indifferent to it but you knew deep down he loved and didn't want people to see

As everyone was making their way into class you could sense they had questions but decided to ask later. As the class went one you decided that taking a 10 min break would be good for them since that class can be boring

Y/N: okay that's enough for now let's take a 10 min break ok

After saying that it was a que for students to start asking questions

Y/N: yes mister Weasley

Ron: is it true what they’re saying

Y/N: you'll need to be specific mister weasley

He looked a bit nervous to ask the question but the whole class was looking at him to ask it. Seems like everyone else wanted to know to

Ron: is it true you kissed professor snape i hear from some slytherin’s who went into the classroom they saw you

I gave out a long sigh i might as well be honest or else they may go wild with the rumours

Y/N: not that its anyone's business but yes it’s true we did kiss

Everyone was shocked and all started to talk either saying “ i told you so” or “ how can that be”

Then one of the slytherin’s asked a questions

Blaise: but miss aren't you a gryffindor and mister snape a slytherin

I was disappointed at that statement i hated house rivalries they always went to far

Y/N: yes its true mister Zabini but house should never matter when it come to love

That made the commotion even louder they didn’t think love was involved yet, most likely think this was a new occurrence

Then some one in the class decided to ask a smart question to finally put the pieces together

Hermione: Professor L/N what your relationship with Professor Snape

I gave a smile finally someone had maye notice i never really talked about my relationship unless asked same with severus so getting this question was a little bit exciting to me

Y/N: well miss granger good question my relationship with Professor snape is actually a simple question to answer

I paused for dramatic effect looking at all the anticipated face of the students giving them a sweet smile

Y/N: were actually Husband and Wife

Everyone was shocked giving out surprised gasps at the very thought

Student 1 : no way that can’t be true

Student 2 : why are you married to snape

Student 3: how long have you been married ?

Student 4: unbelievable

I decided to hush the class to explain this was such a big surprise to all of them apparently

Y/N; 1 it is true me and severus have been together for a few years now and quite happily married we’ve known each other since out student days, 2 severus is a very kind person and i would not appreciate you all bad mouthing my husband around me and 3 it very believable

After answering all their question classes resumed and it was finally finished the day went on as normal but you next classes were pretty much the same as the third years asking questions and being very shock at a gryffindor and slytherin were together

Classes were now done and it was time for dinner as you were waiting for dinner to start you waited for Severus but it seemed like he was a bit late, probably marking. But after a few minutes he had finally arrive while dinner was in full swing.

Y/N: hello love how were classes today

He seemed very grumpy probably due to the students constant questions

Severus: no very good student don’t know how to keep questions to them seleves

As he said that i look towards to student seeing them looking at our interactions, and a plan came into my head it could anger him a little bit or maybe help

So i decided while everyone was looking at us and he was talking, to give him a kiss on the cheek and i did

He froze for a sec but then relaxed guess the kiss worked and for a moment he ignore everyone around us and cupped my cheek to give me a quick kiss on the lips

Severus; i love you, i really do my darling wife

I smile at him i was so in love with this man

Y/N: i love you too my darling husband

After that everyone said awwww in the great hall which cause severus to snape out of it and go cold once again i slid my hand under the table to hold his hand to make sure he was okay and he squeezed back telling him he was fine then i brought it to my lips to give it a kiss causing everyone to awww once again

And to this day people say they could have sworn they saw professor snape blush

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Part I: When We were Young

Pairing: Sirius Black x Wife!reader

Characters: Sirius Black, Wife!reader, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew

Briefly mentioned: Sybill Tawnley, Lily Evans, Harry Potter

Warnings: Flashbacks, angst, mentions of one's trauma, flashback to when the Potters died and Sirius was taken, reader's nickname is little bird, I might have made Peter more of a little shit and traitor, this is going to gut you the more you read, Sirius protecting everyone, reader scared of being alone, Sirius and reader are a power duo, this will make you all cry, the reader having special witch abilities

Word Count: 2,357

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You close your eyes, listening to the pitter patter on the roof, reminding you when you lost... everything.

You stop forcing yourself to close off your mind and let go, allowing everything you’ve been holding in, to be free.

He stares at you with a clenched jaw.

"Don't go," you plead with him. "Please, don't leave." You clutch onto his forearm.

He stares at you with furrowed brows, upset with himself for making his little bird cry. "I have to."

“Something is going to happen- has happened. I don’t want to lose you too.”

His hand brushes across your cheeks, wiping away your tears. “You’re not going to lose me,” the corner of his lips twitch. “I’ll be back before you know it.” A lie, he knows it well enough now (James told you two the same thing yesterday).

You don’t want to force him to stay if he doesn’t want to, but you can’t let him go, not when you’ve barely had him. “… please.”

“I have to do this.” The corner of his lips tugged upwards giving you more of a small smile. He nods, as a way to reassure you, silently promising to see each other soon, partially for you but mainly for himself. He turns around, his back facing you.

“You won’t make it back to me and- and Remus. We’ll be alone. We’ll be alone if you leave.”

He pauses, his shoulders tensing at your words.

Only your friends knew of the visions, it was too dangerous for anyone to know but you could always rely on them, they just never knew the extent to what you could see.

Another reason you keep away from Sybill, not wanting to put her in danger if she knew the extent of her powers.

“Do you know what happens?” He asks, over his shoulder, letting his hair cover you from the corner of his eye.

You shake your head. “I- I only know you don’t come back. Where you go after or what happens to you isn’t clear and I’m absolutely petrified that that means you’ve died or something much worse,” your voice trails off into a whisper as you tell him your fear. “Please don’t leave me alone. We never got to tell them-”

His shoulders begin to shake.

Your brows knit together, and you think he’s crying; belly aching laughter fills the room instead of gut-wrenching sobs.

He turns around, clutching his stomach, throwing his head back as he laughs as if you’ve told him the funniest thing.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Of course, you don’t see me coming back. I’m probably going to die.” His laughter dies down a bit after actually saying it out loud.

Your face turns sour. “And you think that’s funny?!”

“A bit, yeah. Of course, I’m the one who dies. It’s only fitting after everything-” he’s cut off.

A small echo reverberates off the walls.

He places a hand on his cheek, rubbing the now sore spot. He turns to look at you.

“You think it’s funny to joke about something like this... you- you dying is funny!” You run your fingers angrily through your hair. “How- no, no-” Your hands fall past your face. Your shoulders are tense, and your fingers are spread apart in anger. You could never understand why he was acting this way. “Why would you think that?!”

“What else am I supposed to do?”

You scoff. “For one, don't joke about you dying because it absolutely terrifies me.”

“I’m sorry, little bird.”

You nod, unsure of what to say next. “We should come up with a plan, right?”

“For?”

“A way to make sure James and Lily are okay before we go in there unprepared and potentially die.”

“I’ll go check on them and make sure everything is okay while you stay here and wait for me to come back, yeah?”

You blink once, glaring at him soon after. “You must be out of your damn mind if you think I’m going to let you go there alone.”

“You're staying here where it’s safe.”

“No!” You roar.

“Just listen to me-”

“You want me to stay here while you go over there without any backup. I’m not letting you go there alone.”

“You can’t stop me.”

“Like hell I can’t.”

He cups your cheeks, forcing you to look into his eyes. “You... are... staying... here. I don’t want to be distracted because I’m worried that when I turn around, you’ll be dead.”

“What about me!” You cry.

“You need to stay here.” He places his forehead on yours, enjoying the warmth and thinking of how happy you two were the day before; you close your eyes, thinking of his face when you finally agreed to go out with him and how ecstatic you both were.

You place your hands on top of his. “Please don’t go,” you plead once more.

He slowly moves towards you, hands resting on your cheeks. “I can’t wait for tomorrow and hear that my friends are dead when I knew I could have done something tonight.”

“Let me go with you. Don’t make me stay here alone,” your grip tightens, digging into his skin, clinging to him for as long as you can.

“I can do this.”

“What has James always told you?”

He understands what you’re implying. “It's best to have backup.”

“I can be your backup. We work well together. We can do this, we’re husband and wife now, we’ll look out for one another like we’ve always done.”

He shakes his head, tears pooling in his eyes, blurring his vision. “I can’t let the woman I love come with me.”

“And I can’t let the man I love go into a death trap. I can’t bear nor stand the thought of not seeing you again. Please... don’t push me away and force me into staying here. Don’t make me live here… alone, without you.”

He swipes his thumb across your cheeks.

Your vision becomes cloudy due to the tears getting trapped in your lashes as more pool in your waterline. Your heart is heavy, as if on the verge of breaking, shocking it hasn’t already broke.

“I love you, that’s why I’m doing this for us.”

“Don’t say that.”

“I’ll be back before you know it.” He removes his hands from your cheeks and steps away.

“Sirius, please. Don’t go. Don’t go.” You sob, reaching for him. You wipe away your tears, but it becomes a complicated task as you continue to cry, and more tears are stuck in your lashes.

“I will come back to you, little bird.”

"Sirius! Don't leave. Don’t leave me. Please, don't go!" You’re right behind him, hand reaching out for him.

He tries not to tear up but fails, watching as you chase after him, reminding him of when you were children, but it was him doing the chasing… except for when he absolutely pissed you off.

He can’t leave.

You didn't know what went through his mind that night but, he was brought back to the last time he pissed you off, just before he asked you out.

A pleasant time for him because he knew that day and, in that moment, it was time he stopped being a chicken and ask you out.

-

“So, why are we running now?” Remus asks, barely breaking a sweat as he and Sirius pass by their other two friends (and members).

The other two glance at one another, the lighter haired boy shrugging his shoulders.

“Padfoot, where are you going?” James shouts, falling behind because he’s confused and has no idea why they’re running.

The mother hen of the group grabs the remaining member of their group, pulling him along as he protests along the way.

The boy with the longest hair out of the group, looks over his shoulder and smiles, catching the sight of your body turning the corner. “We’re running.”

“From?”

“Sirius Orion Black!” You shout.

“Run, Pads Run!” James calls out to him as he pulls Peter beside him, blocking you from getting him.

In his eyes, you looked so ethereal as you try and push past his brother, even more beautiful than Aphrodite herself.

-

He stops in front of you, remembering that day fondly, cupping your cheeks once more, pulling you closer, kissing you with everything he’s got.

Sirius continues to pull you closer towards him, needing to let you know he loves you one last time because you, you are his everything and being in a world without you is not a world to live in at all and he’ll be damned if he didn’t give you a proper goodbye.

You clutch onto him; afraid this is the end of your beginning even more so as your intimate kiss is powerful enough for you to see into his mind and see all of his memories revolving around you. You two part when you need to take a breath.

He can never keep his mouth shut. “Wow.”

You tilt your head, “what?”

“I mean I- I always knew you’d be good and maybe a little part of me expected you to be this amazing, because you always are and- wow.” He stares into your eyes, shifting from one to the other feeling as if he was losing more of his breath.

You smile. “Must you always be such a charmer.” Your face falls when you realize what’s happening. “You’re still leaving,” you sniffle.

He nods, “I have to.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I do.”

You ignore him. “We can- we can come up with a plan and figure out how to stop he who shall not be named and protect everyone.”

“I-” He starts off, unable to take it anymore; he can’t hear you ramble on any further. “I’m doing this for the people I care for!”

“I can’t just let you go empty handed! You and I both know it’s always best to have someone by your side.” You grab his hand, clutching it knowing this is the last chance you have to keep him here, with you. “I want to be by your side for better or for worse.”

“And I want you to come with me. Merlin knows but I can’t stay in a world where we are afraid someone is going to come after us. I want you to stay where you’ll be safe. I’ll be back before you can say I’m gone. I always come back to you.”

“Why can’t you listen? Please don’t go,” you gasp, unable to hold in your sobs.

“I have to.”

“I’m scared.”

“So am I... but as long as I know that you’ll still be here by the time I come back, I’ll be okay.” He cups your cheek, thumb brushing against your cheek. “You are my hope.”

Your bottom lip quivers. “You’re mine too-”

“Then it’s done. You’ll see me tomorrow at the latest.”

You clench your jaw, more tears pooling in your waterline. “Fine.”

He nods. “Good. I will come back to you one way or another.”

“I know... I love you,” you whisper.

A smile tugs at his lips but he resists the urge to do so. “You couldn’t admit it before until I came to your rescue back at Hogwarts and now that I might die, you admit it again. Always a stubborn one, you were,” he jokes before the humor falls from his face.

“And I love you.” He makes his way towards the fireplace in your shared apartment.

You run towards him. “You know I don’t want you to go alone or at all. But please just- just- come back to me, Sirius.”

He nods, standing in place. “I know... this is something I have to do… for us. And you know I will. I always come back to you.” He winks then he’s gone.

Your lips twitch as your vision sways; the room spinning to the side making you wonder if your body moving the same way before collapsing onto your knees.

The pain in your limbs is there but you're too heartbroken to focus on the danger that's close to you as you plead with all your might to any god, wizard; whoever might be listening.

“Come back. Please come back.” You beg, banging your fists onto the floor. Too into your head, you’re unaware of who's that’s arrived.

“Heartbreaking, truly,” said the voice.

You froze, your entire body tensing at the voice (the voice of a traitor that is).

Then came the first time you thought you weren’t going to make it through the night.

"Have I interrupted your pity party?"

Your eyes widen as he steps closer, the moonlight being the only light illuminating his figure. "Peter?" You fully turn to see your so-called friend, standing for the opposing team; how could he have fallen so far and joined the side here to ruin lives.

Peter ignores your heated and confused gaze, opting to look at the picture behind you, remembering when you all were younger. His lips twitch before curling into a smirk full of hate at the memories of the way his friends treated him. "Do you know why I'm here?"

You don't say anything, still shocked the boy you all considered a friend nay a brother, is here to kill you.

"Still speechless?" He turns, the smirk turning into something more sinister, just for you.

"Not for you." You stare at the rat.

"She speaks."

You push yourself off the ground. "You won't win."

"I think you underestimate what they have in mind... for you."

“I won’t join you,” you sneer.

“I never said anything about you joining… little bird.”

“You don’t get to call me that!”

“Why?” He feigns a hurt expression. “Is it because only your precious husband can call you that?”

You're taken back, eyes widening. “How do you-”

“It was obvious, everyone knows.” He clicks his tongue, "so much for keeping it a surprise."

-

A fit of laughter follows Sirius as he’s taken away to Azkaban to fulfill his sentence.

You groan and roll over in bed, upset with the sun for peeking through the clouds, disturbing your slumber.

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Continue to: Part II

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Sirius Black - Sweet Rubbish

Pairing : (F/M) || Sirius Black x Reader Word Count : 5.2k Warning : I don’t know, nothing I suppose. Synopsis : Their game of love hate pretend has to put to halt as Sirius gazed into the crystal ball. Notes : Post number 1 for my 7-days post celebration. If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕

“Divination is rubbish.”

Sirius whines as he drags his feet to the class, spiteful mumbles escaping his lips with every step closer to the dreadful lesson. He loathes Divination class, to say the least. Other than the fact that the Professor always rambles about nonsense Sirius could never comprehend, sharing the hour with her irks him to the bone.

“Just because your pea-sized brain couldn't compute the knowledge given does not mean the class is rubbish, Black.”

Sirius sent dagger eyes at the girl who now walks past him with her head held high. There is no unit in this entire universe that could measure the level of hatred he has for her. She's the bane to his existence. Not a day passed without him seeing her face and wanting to take out his wand to mess her beautifully combed hair or to hex her to trip from her graceful walk. Pity she is the way that she is. He would have admitted she's magnetising if she wasn't.

“Didn't your parents ever teach you that it is improper to reply to someone when they weren't talking to you in the first place?”

“You were yelling for the whole corridor to hear, I was only doing it out of pity from the lack of feedback. Even your friends look like they've had enough of your moans.” She replies, stopping her pace to turn at him with an unamused smile “You're not denying your pea-sized brain, then?”

“My brain isn't pea-sized, it's huge! Humongous even!”

“Of course it is.”

With another toxic laced smile, she turns away and continues her journey to the class. A complete contrast to the sulking boy, she seems to be in her best mood today. Divination has always been one of the many classes she excels at. She has a clever mind and witty brain, complementing her charming personality. Just another trait of hers Sirius detests.

“One way or another I will rip off that ever so brilliant smile off of her face.”

James scoffs, “Right, mate.”

“What was that?” Sirius turns to his friends, looking incredibly offended at the unamused expressions his friends were showing “Why don’t any of you ever believe it when I express my despise to that girl?”

“Because you’re all bark and no bite, Pads.” Remus chimes “You’ve hated her since you first laid eyes on her yet you never did anything. You even got mad at Wormy for accidentally pranking her back in 3rd year.”

“Indeed,” Nods Peter, looking rather pissed at the flashback of Sirius’ overdramatic anger at him a couple years back “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re secretly in love with her.”

“Me? In love with her?” He asks with a bewildered expression “I’d rather drown by the Black Lake than to ever imagine being in love with her.”

“If you say so, Pads.” James says, patting on his best friends’ shoulder as if he understands the underlying message Sirius was implying “If you say so.”

—-

Sirius stares blankly at the Professor’s face. His mind wanders elsewhere, completely detached to his surroundings. From the corner of his eyes, he could see her sitting just a few tables below him on the right. Her posture was straight as always, complete focus and attention poured to the lesson taught. Her house coloured headband glimmers under the light of the class, enhancing the beauty of her hair. Sirius has imagined running his finger through the soft strands of her hair every once in a while, wondering what scent her shampoo would be but he would rather be jinxed with the cruciatus curse than to ever admit it aloud.

He doesn’t love her. No, love is the complete opposite of the emotions he holds for her. Sirius hates her, loathes her in fact. He couldn’t pinpoint the fundamental reasoning behind his strong abhorrence for her, he just does. Perhaps the fact that she’s too good at everything, or that she’s genuinely loved by everyone including his best friends, or that she’s simply too perfect of a girl to ever be real. 

Perhaps the idea of someone being too perfect that he couldn’t ever dream of being deserving of her, makes him hate her.

“This is horse shit.” James mumbles. The bespectacled boy then turns to the thick textbook laying on their table, skipping through the pages to find any interesting rituals they could do to fill in the time “Pads, do you want to see your future?”

Sirius glanced at James, confusion filling in his eyes, “What do you mean?”

“This,” James points at a spell on the Crystal Ball reading chapter “Looks a lot more fun than whatever mambo-jumbo the professor’s talking about, doesn't it?”

“Looks like another lark, that is.”

James rolled his eyes, “Shut up and stare at the ball. I’ll say the spell and you tell me what you see, alright?”

Sirius huffs, clearly wanting no part but hearing the Professor’s lecture for another minute would certainly burst his brain out. Reluctantly, he stares at the crystal ball with a hand supporting his chin. A small frown decorating his face. James’ whisper of the spell begins to enter his eardrums, making the slightest flame of intrigue and curiosity spark in his chest.

The once cleared crystal ball now turns cloudy, some kind of mist begins to pollute the inside of it. Sirius brows furrow, completely taken aback by the effect happening. He certainly didn’t expect James’ mispronunciation of the latin spell to work, yet here they are.

“What do you see?” James asked.

“Nothing yet,” He answers “Just some ugly grey fog.”

“Look harder!”

“I’m trying!”

And as if on cue, Sirius begins to see some sort of vision. He wasn’t even sure if it was truly happening or was his brain just playing tricks with him, but either way the grey mist now turns into shapes, slowly forming what seems to be a ceremonial venue. There were chairs lining up in front of him with flowers decorating them. He was wearing a suit, the most elegant suit he’s ever worn and there have been plenty of dress robes he’s worn in his life yet nothing compares to the grandeur of the one he’s wearing at the moment. He looks to his side, noticing the mists that now become James, Remus, Peter, and Regulus standing a couple metres away from him.

His gaze now averted to where the rose petaled aisle ends. A woman was standing with her bouquet of flowers in her hand. Her beautiful silk dress sweeps the floor as she takes the first steps closer to him. Her face was still blurred, as if the mist was still trying to craft the person’s face. A small smile now tugs on the corner of Sirius’ lips, feeling proud and content of the setting he’s in. Whoever this person is, it pleases Sirius to know that the crystal ball predicted a pleasant romance in his future.

The vision felt real now as Sirius’ heart began to palpitate, feeling the warmth of her gloved hands as it reached for his. His smile grows wider, cheeks warm from the fulfilment. It no longer feels like he was watching a prophecy, no, it feels more like he was in the scene, slowly occupying the body that is now reciting the vows the priest was saying. The feeling only gets more intense as he finally shares the kiss with his bride. He swears he could feel her soft lips on his, the hint of cherry from her lip gloss and her warm heavy breathing on his skin. It feels too real to be just a forecast.

After what seems to be the shortest forever, they finally pull away. She was smiling, her warm eyes gazing back at him with love and admiration. Her features were soft, much more beautiful than how he always thought now that he no longer had to deny the beauty of his wife. She giggles, calling his name

“Sirius!” James silently yelled, nudging his best friend with an annoyed expression “You completely ignored me for the last five minutes!”

Sirius blinks, trying to comprehend his reality.

“You were gone,” His best friend continued “What happened? What did you see?”

The raven haired boy cleared his throat, “Nothing. I– Uh– I saw nothing.”

“Bullshit, you definitely saw something.” James scoffs “Your cheeks are red!”

“I didn’t see anything, alright!” Sirius defends with more persistence “Must be because of your shitty pronunciation or something, I don’t know!”

James frowns, muttering his confusion on how his spell fails when it wasn’t the most tongue-twisting one he’s done before. Sure he wasn’t the most brilliant out of them four with charms, but he was still better than most and nailing a spell in the first trial wasn’t a new thing for James. He wanted to argue more about the hunch he has that Sirius was lying but the boy looks like he’s seen a ghost. Perhaps the spell did work and the vision Sirius had was just something he’s not ready to talk about. Whatever it is, James has made it his mission to find out, be it today or tomorrow.

—-

The next couple of days the strange behaviour Sirius tries his best to hide is becoming more and more visible. He would skip his meals and turn the other way when she was around. Even when she was busy with her group of friends and completely unaware of his presence, Sirius would still avoid her like the plague. He would exchange seats in classes he shares with her, occupying the furthest spot from her and blocking his view physically from her.

And such action didn’t go unnoticed for too long.

“Have you been sick or did the dementors kidnap you, Black?” She mused, taking a seat opposite of him and next to Remus “I haven’t seen you lately.”

Sirius gulps, completely frozen in his seat.

“Morning, Love.” Remus greets her “He’s been avoiding everyone, don’t take it personally.”

“Has he? Here I thought I was a special someone to be receiving such treatment.”

“He’s been acting strange since divination class,” James says as he swallowed the bits of food in his mouth “We were fooling around and tried to read his future through the crystal ball and– Oof! What was that for?”

James yelped at the sudden nudge to his rib. Sirius glares at him, sending him a death threat.

“Really? I thought you said Divination is rubbish, Sirius.” She teased, her playful smile decorating her face “What did you see? Anything interesting?”

Sirius lowers his gaze to his plate of food, not daring to spend another second staring at her face. His skin feels warm, like the temperature somehow raised a couple degrees and he’s the only one boiled. 

The lack of response from him somehow twisted a knife she didn’t know was stabbing her heart. It was evident that he was avoiding her, for whatever reason he might have. His silent treatment now only proves the effort he’s made to keep his distance that she so hard convinced herself was nothing more than a mere illusion. Sirius, as loud and apparent as his claims of vexation for her all these years, still holds a soft spot and that their love-hate relationship was nothing more than a silly game of pretend. Perhaps she was wrong all along.

“Well, I’ve got to go,” She fakes a chirpy persona, taking his mute to be her cue to leave “I’ll see you gentlemen around.”

As if a splinter’s been taken off of his toe, Sirius lets out a relieved sigh once she leaves their table. The audible huff made his friends raise their brows high, completely lost at the charade he’s playing. The two would always bicker, picking fights and arguments over the slightest most trivial matters that more often than not the boys would wish that they could hex the two with some stunning spell. Yet for the first time in their lives, they’re left wondering why Sirius would zip his mouth shut in her presence.

“What?” Sirius asks, noticing the questioning eyes glued on him.

“Do you really expect us to look past the fact that you didn’t spare her a word for the first time in your life?” Peter asks, fully suspicious of his friend’s antics “Are you ill, Padfoot?”

James whines, “Come on, mate, tell us what you saw on that crystal ball.”

“I saw nothing, Prongs.” Sirius says with a more stern tone “And I’m not ill, Wormy.”

“Well you’re certainly not straight in the head.”

“Oh yeah, Moony? And what makes you say that?”

Remus shrugs, “You’ve been acting strange for days and now that she’s here you’re completely ignoring her. Did she break your heart or something?”

“No, no she didn’t.” Sirius fidgets, tapping on his cheek as he looks at Remus accusingly “Say, when you call her ‘Love’, do you just– You know, casually call girls that or do you mean it like.. I don’t know.. Like my Love kind of thing?”

Remus turned to James with a baffled expression while Peter now had his jaw hang low. The three boys are now whisked deeper into the maze, trying to decipher Sirius’ true intention. He was never as cryptic and never held secrets from the boys before, always been the most open and true to others yet he’s acting like a completely different person now.

“Oh Merlin, is that what you see?” James asks with a shocked tone “Moony and her? Did you see them snog each other?”

“What? No!”

“That wouldn’t make sense, Prongs. If Moony was snogging her then it should be Moony who’s seeing the prophecy, not Padfoot.” Peter comments, slowly understanding the riddle as the smirk grows on his face “Did you see your future with her, Pads?”

Sirius cheeks heat up, shaking his head vigorously, “No.”

“You totally did, you tosser!” Remus points out with a victorious smile “You actually saw a future with her, didn’t you?!”

Sirius buries his face to his palm, trying to cover his now crimson face.

“You are so pathetic, Pads.” James laughed, completely entertained by the sight in front of him “All these years expressing your disdain for her only to have the universe pairing you two all along.”

“I don’t know Prongs, he’s always been in love with her for me.” Remus pours more salt “He’s just too embarrassed to admit it.”

Peter chuckles, circling his arm around Sirius’ shoulder to make him come out of his shell, “So what exactly did you see, Padfoot?”

—-

Coming clean to the boys only made Sirius more conscious. They have been acting as persisting bees in his head, lecturing him non stop and urging him to let go of the cat and mouse game and just come forward with his feelings. Crystal gazing is one of the most conceivable forms of divination, as Remus notes, yet the chance of the prophecy being false was never zero. No kind of divination is 100% false proof and Sirius still couldn’t tell if the vision he saw was a true prediction of his future or was it just a manifestation of his deep desire for her.

And if all this hype was caused by the latter, Sirius wouldn’t know how to survive from the heartbreak.

So now he finds himself walking to the other side of the castle, taking small steps as he climbs the stairs to the Divination class. He has to see the prophecy once more, make sure that the spell James uttered that day was right and that the crystal ball was truly predicting his future with her. He needs to know that his head wasn’t playing tricks with him just because he’s been turning deaf to what his heart has been yearning for all these years.

Coming inside the class, Sirius' pace was put to halt when he spotted her, sitting on her usual table as she gazed into the crystal ball. She looks up to him, probably hearing the sound of the creaking wooden floor when he enters and flashes him a smile, looking surprised to see him yet appreciative at the same time.

“Sirius,” She calls with a pleasant tone “What a surprise.”

He gulps, “I– Uh, I think I left my textbook here.”

“Did you? I think the Professor stacks the left textbooks on that corner, perhaps you’ll find yours there.” She points at a cupboard, seemingly buying the lie Sirius came up with.

“What are you doing here?”

“Crystal gazing.” She answers “Would you like to join?”

Sirius hesitated but found himself sitting next to her, heart pounding loud inside his chest from the close space. Sure it wasn’t the first time they sat next to each other, but it certainly is the first time they’re together with no other soul present. This is the first time they act civil, if not friendly, to each other. This is the first time, after seeing their wedding prophecy, they’re at each other’s company.

“Should we see yours or my prophecy?”

“Yours.” Sirius answers.

“You’d like to see mine?”

“Can we do that?” He asks, completely oblivious of the topic “When I tried it with James he couldn’t see my prophecy.”

“Well, I am not James, am I?”

Sirius smiles.

“Put your hand just above the ball.. Yeah, just like that,” She instructed him, utterly unaware of the nervous havoc Sirius was feeling when she touched his hand and positioned it above the ball “Are you ready?”

He nods.

She begins to cast the spell, something similar to the one James uttered but this one was lengthier. Like she knew a different, more advanced, spell to use for their fortune telling ritual. Sirius' eyes now travels from her to the crystal ball, trying to see what her prophecy would be.

The clear ball slowly turns misty, just like when he did the gazing with James. He could see the Great Hall forming, with its long tables now exchanged with seats filled with who seemed to be graduating students. He could see her, sitting among these students with her eyes glued to the podium where he was shaking Dumbledore’s hand. He could see himself, jogging back to the empty seat next to her with a big bright smile, pulling her close to his embrace once he reached her and sealing her lips with his.

The vision was short. Much shorter than the one he saw with James but the intensity was just the same. He could practically feel her lips on his, the pressure of her body as he pulled her close, and the sweet scent of her perfume that he has just now learned much lighter than a fine spring breeze. It was too real to ever just be a vision.

He looks up to her, noticing her lack of expression, “You don’t look disgusted.”

“Why would I be disgusted?”

“I kissed you,” Sirius says with an unsure tone “You saw that too, didn’t you? Or was that just me?”

She narrows her eyes, “What are you talking about?”

Sirius turns pale, gulping at the fact that he just blurted out what he saw.

He opens his mouth, only to close it again in the lack of words. His brain stopped functioning at the very time he needed to explain something to her. His blood turns cold, scared to death that he’s making it awkward between them but before he could actually pass out, she lets out a heartfelt laughter.

“Merlin, you’re so pale right now!” She says between her laughter “I’m only joking, Black. I know.”

He raised an eyebrow, “You know?”

“Yeah, I know.” She affirms with a nod, resting her hand under her chin as she watches him intently “This isn’t the first prophecy I have that involves you in it.”

“It wasn’t?”

“Nope. I had one too many about you, if I’m being honest.”

“Did you?”

“Yes,” She answers with a smile “Are you going to continue with your two worded question? I mean it’s cute, but certainly out of character from the typical Sirius Black.”

Sirius’ cheeks turn red, turning silent this time.

The glee from her face waters down fast, noticing the silence she’s caused between them. If he didn’t know better, Sirius would’ve sworn that he saw a glimmer of disappointment and heartbreak in her eyes, but why would she feel such feelings, right?

“I– Uh– I just remembered I have this thing to do,” She says abruptly as she she stood from her seat, evidently trying to flee from the situation and packing her belongings “I hope you’ll find your textbook, Sirius.”

And with that, she left.

—-

To say that he feels horrible from how their encounter ended would be an understatement. Something about her departure feels off, like he just did a grave mistake he wasn’t sure what about. The way her smile dilutes and the dimmed glint of spark in her eyes as she left haunts him.

He tries to recall the last moments before disaster strikes. He couldn’t look past the strangeness of how she called him cute one moment and bolted out the door the next. What went wrong?

“Someone’s pinching your bird,” James coos.

Sirius raised an eyebrow, “Meaning?”

“We just saw Lucius asking your girl for a Hogsmeade date.” Remus adds, taking a seat next to him “She didn’t say yes, though. Wait, did she or did she not? I’m not sure, we left before she could give an answer but I’m betting she said no.”

“I bet 5 galleons she said yes.”

“Wormtail!” Sirius says with a pure betrayed expression “I thought you were on my side!”

“I was, but you’re slacking mate.” Peter reasoned with a shrug “Whatever issue you think you have with her is certainly more important to you than the prophecy you’ve seen before your own eyes. I don’t know what else to tell you.”

“I’m with Wormy,” James nods “I bet she says yes to ugly snobby Lucius.”

Sirius lets out a gasp, completely surprised at his friends’ betrayal.

“You know what, maybe you’re right. Maybe she said yes.”

“Moony!”

Remus shrugs.

“She said no.” Sirius says with confidence, firmly “She said no, you wanna know why? Because she too saw her prophecies with me. Yeah, prophecies, meaning multiple times. Loads of times. She saw her future with me so she would not say yes to Lucius’ invite.”

The boys look at each other, confused and surprised at the new information dropped.

“I don’t know mate, it seems like she said yes.”

Sirius turns his sight to the direction James was pointing at. There they were, her and Lucius entering the Great Hall with what seems to be the most intriguing conversation ever. She was smiling, her cheeks red from all the laughter. Her eyes were glued on Lucius, as if no one else were present in the room, as if Sirius wasn’t in the room.

Jealousy was never in his dictionary but for the first time in his life, Sirius has never ever wanted to pluck someone and hex them to disintegrate until now. Exactly what can a guy as arrogant and grim as Lucius say to make her laugh like that? No one should deserve to see her bright smile and hear her melodious laughter. No one but him.

“Better work your way soon, Padfoot.” Remus comments “Or else your vision would turn into nothing more than a mere fantasy.”

—-

“Wait, wait!” Sirius shouts as he runs, trying to catch her before she vanishes again “Wait!”

She turns, looking surprised to see the boy with sweat laced skin coming to her. His hair was dishevelled, not that Sirius ever combed it neatly, but much more messy than the usual. He looks as if he’s run through every corner of the castle, trying to find her.

And in reality, he did.

“Black,” She calls, hands folding in front of her chest “Can I help you?”

“Yes,” He nods, catching his breath “Tell me you did not say yes to Lucius’ invite.”

She blinks, looking completely appalled at his request.

“My friends told me Lucius asked you for a date. Please tell me you said no to him.”

A frown forms on her face, “Why do you care what I said to him?”

“Well you’re my future, aren’t you? Of course I care about what you said to him.” Sirius reasoned “Now will you please release me from this torment and just say that you said no to him.”

She stares at him as if he’s grown an extra head. Sirius could feel his feet cold, shrinking down under her gaze. There’s nothing he wished he could do more than to read her mind right now. Something went wrong that day, Sirius knows it he can feel it, he just doesn’t know what it is and he fears that it would only be the gasoline to the supposedly budding romance between her and others.

“I don’t get you, Sirius.” She begins with a disappointed tone “First you act like you didn’t want me to be your future and yet now that someone asks me to be their date, you suddenly want me? How is that fair?”

“Wait, what?” He asked, appalled “When did I ever say I don’t want you to be my future?”

“You’ve been ignoring me ever since you saw that prophecy with James, whatever it may be about, and you went silent when I told you that I know about our prophecies.” She reasoned, her nostrils flaring from the vexation she could finally burst in “It's pretty clear to me that you don’t want me to be in your future.”

“You– You think I was avoiding you because I didn’t want you to be my future?”

“I don’t know, do you have any better explanation than that?”

“Yes,” He answers, only to shake his head the next minute “I mean, no, but–”

Sirius runs his hand through his hair, looking visibly frustrated at the misunderstanding they somehow got entangled in. He looks at her, who's still waiting for his explanation, and flashes her a sad smile. He was never good with words, not at crucial moments like this, but he knew that if he didn’t try tonight, he might as well say goodbye to the prophecies that have turned into the dreams he’s seeing every night in his sleep now.

“Do you even remember when we started to be so hostile to each other?” He asks gently.

She shakes her head, unsure on where the conversation is being directed to.

“I don’t either but I’ve always known why I could never be friendly with you.”

She gulps, asking with a voice barely above a whisper, “Why?”

“Because I don’t believe that someone as perfect as you exists in this world. I just can’t.” He confessed, a shameful smile shown on his face “I just couldn’t believe that someone as smart, as lovely, and as beautiful as you is real and I don’t think anyone is deserving of that. Even for someone as narcissistic as I am.”

“As you are?”

“Especially as I am.” He repeats “And I thought, if I couldn’t love you I should just hate you. Maybe that would water down the affection I have for you over the years and I have been doing just fine with denying my feelings for you until James stupidly made me gaze into that stupid crystal and I saw it. I saw us.”

Her facial expression softens, yielding to the sweet words he’s uttering, “What did you see?”

“I saw you walking down the aisle.”

She smiles.

“And I was there.” He continues “As the groom, if that wasn’t clear in the first place.”

A laughter broke from her lips, easing Sirius’ mind that he could finally diffuse the tension.

“You were beautiful in white.” He adds, eyes full of love and affection “And I can’t wait to finally be on that day so please, for the sake of my pathetic tottering heart, please tell me that you said no to Lucius.”

She begins to sniffle as the beads of tears that were decorating her tears started to fall. Her eyes were still glued on him, watching him as if he was the one thing she ever asked the universe to give and have finally been granted of it. Her shoulders were relaxed yet no matter how beautiful the sight he’s seeing right now, Sirius still couldn’t find peace until she gave him her assurance.

“Please tell me those are happy tears and not because you said yes to Lucius.”

“Oh, bloody hell, can we please stop talking about him? You’re ruining our moment!”

“Well I can’t really enjoy our moment with the possibility of you going on a date with someone else still hanging now, can I?!”

“Are we seriously arguing right now?”

“I don’t want to but it just feels so natural to argue with you.” Sirius huffs “So did you or did you not agree to his date, woman?”

“I did not.” She finally says, mirroring his exasperated expression “Happy now?”

“Very.”

“Doesn’t seem like it.”

“You are very annoying, do you know that?” Sirius asks, his brows still furrow in irritation.

“No, not really. Must have slipped off my mind, just like every other million times you utter it.” She says with her hands now resting on her hips “Is that all?”

Sirius raised an eyebrow, “How do you mean?”

“Well did you look for me just to ask if I said yes to Lucius? Or do you have something else you wanted to do with me other than confessing your, as you claim, pathetic tottering heart?”

Sirius opens his mouth, taking full offence at her mocking of his confession, but her question birthed a new urge in his heart. He’s confessed to her and she has accepted it, so it seems, would it be proper for him now to ask for a kiss? Would it be a proper time for him to ask for them to seal their future romantic endeavours?

His cheeks begin to turn rosy at the thought of finally kissing her. The emotions from the prophecies start to fill his chest, now feeling much less satisfying than how they used to. With her standing in front of him now and giving him the same heart eyes, the image of them kissing now could barely mean a thing as the possibility that such a pleasant gesture could happen any time soon. And he prays to whoever deity up there that it would happen sooner than later.

“So? Do you really just want to confess?” She asks, giving him hints now that she too wanted the delightful image to come to reality “Oh, for Merlin’s sake, Sirius, don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet now.”

“You just never know when to shut up, do you?”

With that, Sirius takes his bold steps to her, finally sealing their lips together. He could feel his soul bursting in flames, melting into one with her. He never knew that he was so deprived of such fortune until he finally tastes her, until he finally feels his body pressed into his, until he finally has her.

“Do you still think Divination’s rubbish now?”

“Still rubbish,” He answers between their kisses “Sweet rubbish.”

[v1olentdelights]

Foolish Girl

Peter Pettigrew x sister!reader - James Potter x Pettigrew!fem!reader - Sirius Black x Pettigrew!fem!reader - Remus Lupin x Pettigrew!fem!reader Trigger Warnings: Betrayal, major character death, description of immediate grief and shock. Time skip Summary: Maybe you were foolish for thinking you could have a happy ending. Word count: 1.1k a/n: 3rd piece to this 4/5 part series. This one is a bit short but I was struggling with writing it and have been incredibly busy! Also there is a time skip! I hope you enjoy it! <3 send an ask to be tagged! series masterlist

time skip from last part (end of final year to October)

Was it wrong to be happy? You had spent months worrying about your brother, and yet here you were smiling alongside James and your friends making plans for Halloween next week. The absence of Peter, alongside Regulus, left a noticeable gap in your life. But there wasn’t much you could do except hope they were okay. At least that's what Remus kept telling you. He seemed to be the one most level headed with this situation. 

James had tried to console you, assuring you that Peter knew how to take care of himself and that he knew Peter still loved you, he would say almost anything to ease your fears. But Sirius was the only one who had gotten through to you, having lost his own brother to the terrors of death eaters. He didn’t sugar coat things, he told you about the nightmares, the flashbacks, the fears that he could have prevented his brother's fate. For that you would forever be grateful. 

In the week or so before Halloween, between all the planning, Sirius had received a memo from a R.A.B which entailed a timeline with random events. It would soon be decoded and in front of you would lay the blueprint to the defeat of the growing dark lord. Regulus had discovered the secret to ending him once and for all, having played both sides the entire past year. So when you received a small piece of paper with an address and a note about needing to talk from Peter, you couldn’t hold yourself back.

“I just have this feeling in my heart, it’s not a trap. My brother would never.” You looked away from the small paper and up to James with tears in your eyes. The fear and worry was apparent in his eyes, but there was something calling to you, telling you that you had to go. 

“James, she’ll be alright.” Sirius said earnestly. “She’s a big girl, and it is her brother.” He put his hand on your shoulder in comfort and in support. 

Maybe it was foolish, but a part of you hoped that this was Peter telling you that he was just playing the death eaters, much like Regulus. Maybe you could only see the good in your brother and maybe that’s why you came to meet him unarmed, but with Sirius waiting across the street. By the end, you realized it wasn’t possibly foolish, it simply was foolish. You heard him before you saw him.

“Sister,” There was some emotion in his voice that you couldn’t quite place. 

“You sent for me?” Holding up the small piece of paper for him to see as you rounded the corner. Now that you were facing your brother, you saw a horror cross his face. “Did you not?” Before you could carry on he had yanked you into the tightest hug he had ever given you (well almost, the first tightest hug being the day he left for Hogwarts and had to leave you behind). 

“I love you, and I’m sorry.” His voice was barely there. Yet you tucked your head into his chest a bit more and soaked it in, almost like you knew what was coming, 

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Peter. Just come home.”  

“I wish I could.” He sounded so sincere. “But I’ve gotten in too deep. I should have known this would happen.” Then a flash of green burst through the abandoned house. 

“This is what happens to those who betray me.” the voice of an unknown person said. But you were too busy focusing on the convulsing body in your arms, the mixed screams in the house. 

Without even realizing it you had fallen to the ground and were clutching to your brother's body. You could feel your throat stinging, but you weren’t sure why not yet at least. Holding onto Peter for a moment longer, you dared to pull away and looking back on it, you would forever regret it. Looking back at you were the dead eyes of your older brother. There was no life anymore. Then you felt someone pulling on your shoulders, you could only manage yelling at them practically demanding they leave you alone without tearing your eyes away from your brothers. 

They kneeled next to you for a moment and said something, you couldn’t quite hear, but then their hands rested atop yours and slowly peeled them off. You could only cry harder as you were drug away from him. The flailing began then as you tried to go back to him. But the person, you would later find out was Sirius, wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you away further until you were out in the street. Panting and crying you decided to just cling to Sirius, sobbing into his shoulder. He could only hold you and rub soothing circles onto your back. 

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The funeral procession was held after Regulus had defeated the dark lord, with help from The Order of course. Some people came, but not many. You didn’t even have the energy to be aggravated that people had forgotten your brother and all the good he had done. All you could do was hold onto James and hope he would catch you if you fell. 

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Peter’s POV:

The piece of paper felt so heavy yet so small. Such a simple message spoke volumes.

‘Can we talk?’

Of course he would come and find you, he was her brother and even through all the wrong he had done, that is one thing he would remain. So he gathered his things, and prepared to head off to the meeting spot. Not once had it crossed his mind that something was off, all he wanted was to see his sister once again. 

You had walked in not five minutes after him, and though a new found warmth took over his body,  the confused and desperate look that you had on your face gave it away. This was no casual meeting, the paper you were now holding in front of his face was identical to the one sitting in his pocket. After you finished talking, he practically pounced on you. He knew what was coming, and only wanted to hold you. So that is what he did. He spent his last moments of life embracing you and telling you he was sorry. Before he could begin to tell you how happy he was of all you had done with your life he felt a sharp pain taking over his whole body. But for a moment, it was peaceful, there was no pain, no tears, no guilt… just peacefulness.

He allowed himself to be overcome with this feeling, and allowed himself to relax. He could hear the remnants of laughing and the voice of his friends, looking around, it was as if he was in the train compartment surrounded by the once more. 

@sheraayasher @jamieolivia27

[random-writer-person]

I Can See You Part One

Marlene McKinnon x Reader

You always hear people talking badly about Marlene McKinnon you never understood why. You were always curious about her. What happens when you're put in the same group together?

Warning Sirius and James are a bit of dicks but don't worry there will be character development

Word count: 983

When the text looks like this it means a flashback

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In all your 5 years at Hogwarts, there has been one constant thing. The whispers about a girl named Marlene McKinnon. Now you don't know her but you know that your friend James Potter grew up with her. He didn't hang out with her very much which confused you because he always said they used to be very close.

You would never admit how curious you were about her because you didn't want anyone to know. They would start turning on you like they turned on her. You don't know why people don't like her. You've seen her in class and her so-called “outbursts” and you think it's funny.

You're in the great hall eating with James, Sirius, Remus and Peter when you see Marlene walking in. Some guy shouts as she passes.

“Fucking weirdo” she stops in her tracks turns around walks towards the guy grabs his tie and pulls him closer to her.

“What did you say you fucking disappointment?” he just stares up at her scared. “That's what I thought” She starts walking to her seat but turns around one more time. “You are the reason your dad learned to pull out.” she continued walking and passed by your table. You had your hand over your mouth trying to keep from laughing. She saw this and winked at you. You blush a deep pink at being caught.

Ever since that moment, you haven't been able to forget about her. It seems that it was the same for her because every time you see her she also sees you. When you both catch each other looking she winks at you. Every time it makes you blush and turn away while she quietly giggles. It's embarrassing. You come back from your thoughts when Sirius waves his hand in front of your face.

“Huh? What's up?” you tilt your head looking away from the back of Marlene's head and towards Sirius tilting it in question.

“Kettleburn just said he was gonna assign groups he's about to start calling names.” he nods at the teacher at the front with a paper in front of his face. You nod smiling in thanks. “Why were you staring at that wacko?” he nods his head towards Marlene.

“I wasn't, I just zoned out. Also, that's not very nice Siri” You smack his arm and he dramatically cries to Remus about it while you chuckle looking up to see Marlene looking at you with a small smile. When she sees you looking at her she winks and you blush. Embarrassed, you look toward the teacher. He calls a few more people names before he gets to yours.

“Y/l/n you're with McKinnon” he nods towards Marlene. You nod and start grabbing your stuff heading toward her when Sirius speaks.

“Oh come on Kettleburn don't put her with her she's crazy.” he grabs your arm. Your eyes widen at how openly he's being a dick.

“Siri stop, I don't have a problem with her and neither should you. You're being a dick.” you pull your wrist away and start walking towards Marlene plopping in the seat beside her. You look up after getting situated and see her smiling at you.

“You didn't have to do that.” you look at her confused. “You didn't have to defend me.” you tilt your head and laugh a little.

“I wanted to. He was being a dick. You've done nothing to me or him.” you start grabbing your stuff out and putting it on the desk.

“Well thank you I really appreciate it.” she puts her hand on yours. You just nod blushing while looking into her eyes. You were about to get lost in them before the teacher clapped his hands loudly and brought you back. You look away coughing a little and paying attention.

~Class ends~

“Hey, y/n before you go do you maybe wanna work on the project after dinner tonight?” Marlene shyly asks you twirling her hands together.

“Yeah of course I'll come to you and we can walk to the library together.” you smile and continue packing up your stuff.

“Alright that sounds good I'll see you then y/n” she waves while walking away and you wave back. You realize once she's gone that you truly can't wipe the smile off of your face. She's so much greater than you originally thought. You put your bag on your shoulder and start walking out seeing Sirius waiting at the door for you.

“So how was it sitting next to that maniac?” Sirius chuckles and bumps into your shoulder.

“Sirius, you need to stop being such a dick to her. She is nice. Words hurt you know.” you look up at him disappointed and he rolls his eyes.

“Fine'll be nicer to your little friend” You nod with a smile and walk into the main hall with him to sit with the rest of your friends.

“Hey Jamie, Remmy and Pete” you smile and sit next to Peter.

“Guess who y/n got paired up with for the project,” Sirius says, nudging James.

“Who?” he looks at you in question.

“Marlene,” you say with a smile hoping James will be nice to his childhood friend but he gives you a tight lip smile.

“Good luck with her, she's a handful.” you roll your eyes.

“You're not gonna be like Sirius to your childhood friend are you, Jamie? She's really nice to me. Maybe if you guys were nicer to her she'd be nice to you too.” you start piling food on your plate when you feel eyes on you. You look up and see Marlene looking at you with a smile. You smile back and she winks before going back to her food. You look back at your plate blushing.

What does studying tonight have in store for you? And why are you so excited about it?

[masivechaos]

AGAIN?

James Potter x fem! reader

Request: yes / no

Synopsis: James is madly in love with Y/n, everyone knows that Y/n knows that, but she doesn’t like him back. After countless of James attempts to take her on a date, she finally accepts making a deal: if she doesn’t enjoy this night, she never hears about him again. But what if she does like the date?

Warning/content: fluff, mention of sex, some Wolfstar moment in the background, my english

a.n.: 2.6k words- james ily, flashback is the part in full italic, sorry if there are some mistakes it's currently 3:45 am

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“Proooongs!” Sirius shook his friend and waved his hand in front of him “Can you listen to me?” the raven-haired boy spoke louder, hoping he will finally get noticed. He followed James’ gaze and his eyes landed on Y/n “Oh c’mon! Don’t you want to give up, she already said no to you at least twenty times.”

James finally looked at his friend and sighed softly “But one day she’ll say yes, I know it!” Sirius rolled his eyes “Yeah yeah, anyway come with me.” He took his hand and dragged him out of the Great Hall as James started to protest.

“I think I have to find a new way to ask her out.” Sirius stopped listening when his friend rambled about another manner of asking Y/n on a date, only letting out some ‘okays’ or ‘yeah sures’.

They finally reached their dorm to find Remus and Peter playing chess. James let himself fall on his bed, “What?” the lycanthrope asked. “Y/n.” Sirius complained before the other marauders sighed “Again?” Peter said.

James smiled “Of course again! She’s so amazing and so perfect. Just look at her she's incredibly pretty, just the way she ties her hair during potions.” “Yeah great but she doesn’t love you so you maybe should move on it’s been almost a year.” Remus interrupted him.

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It all started in November of last year, for Sirius's seventeen birthday party.

James stopped talking for a second as his eyes stopped on a silhouette. He smiled and recognized Y/n, he saw her sometimes, he knew who it was but he never talked to her and he had to admit that the dress she was wearing looked beautiful on her, embracing her shape, she was delightful.

Sirius followed his stare and smirked “Ooh she’s hot” James frowned at his friend’s word, it was unusual because most of the time, even if he disapproved of the boy’s behavior he would let him get the girls he wanted. But this time, he didn’t want Sirius to be with her.

“Yeah.” He simply responded, Sirius, turned and tilted his head “What?” he asked. James shrugged as he stared back at Y/n. Sirius furrowed his brows before letting out an ‘oh’ he smirked and nudged his friend with his elbow “You like her, huh?”

“I don’t know. She’s cute and she must be nice, I saw her hanging out with Marlene sometimes.” James said as he smiled. “Okay, got it. I let her for ya, big boy.” Sirius patted his friend on the shoulder before leaving.

James took a breath and gather his courage before walking to Y/n. “Hey” she twisted around to see the boy standing in front of her “Oh hi” she smiled softly. Godric, she was even prettier than he thought.

“W-would you like to maybe dance with me?” she chuckled awkwardly “Um- I’m sorry, I’m not really into this stuff.” She bit her lips. “Oh- er… don’t worry it’s fine” he tried his best to keep his beam as the disappointment grew in his heart.

Y/n left him, apologizing once again as one of her friends called her. He stood there for a while, taking sips of his drink mechanically. His heart clenched as he saw her swinging with another boy. Wasn’t her thing? Or she just didn’t want to dance with him? He came back next to his friends, wanting to forget about her for tonight.

But he was sure of something, it was not the end. He will ask her on a date, it would be a shame if he let out a chance just because she once said no to dancing with him.

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Y/n was sitting in the library, working on some astronomy homework, before she felt someone sitting next to her. She looked up and saw James, she sighed and didn’t even bother talking to him and got back to studying.

The boy did his best not to interrupt her, this time he didn’t want to annoy her, he wanted his attempt to be smooth. He ripped off a piece of paper and wrote on it before sliding it to her.

She raised her brows and took the note in her hand Would you like to go on a date with me? There were two cases below with yes and no written next to them. “You know that it's the kind of thing that a ten-year-old would do, right?”

He chuckled “Ye-yeah. But did it work?” he asked. She stared at him for a moment and squinted her eyes “Listen. What if we make a deal?” his eyes widened, he was waiting for her to just brush his proposition off like she always did. He nodded.

“I go on this date with you” James smiled widely “But if I don’t enjoy the date, I don’t hear about you and your date propositions anymore.” He was so happy, she finally gave him a chance “And if you do enjoy it?” he asked with a smirk, she shook her head trying to hide the small smile appearing on her lips “Well, the second date it’s what it is.”

Even if she found him annoying she couldn’t help but found adorable the way his eyes lit up and his mouth turned into a wide smile.

Thousands of ideas of dates popped in his head, he didn’t want to make her change her mind so he said her a quick goodbye and left.

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James rushed to his dorm and opened the door with a loud sound “SHE SAID YES TO ME!” he shouted. Sirius sat up and smiled “Really?!” and the boy nodded energetically, his friend’s mouth opened in shock, and got up.

He hugged James and they both jumped happily, Remus watched his friends with a small smile on his lips, Sirius looked really pretty with the beam he was wearing. He brushed off the thought as his cheeks went red. Peter and he joined them, they were happy for James, he was waiting for this to happen for so long.

“Where are you going to take her?” asked the short blond boy. “I don’t know, I got too many ideas.” Remus chuckled “This time, I’m okay if you want my advice.” He said warmly.

James sat on his bed “First, definitely not Pudifoot, she’ll hate me.” Remus snickered “Yeah, definitely.” “Should I do something personal? Like I set up something. I know she likes the stars and stuff. So I was thinking about a dinner or picnic Friday at the astronomy tower”

Sirius thought for a second “Take her on the Saturday in two weeks, there’s a meteor shower. You’ll have to wait for a little but I think it’s worth it.” James’ eyes widened “Oh, thank you Padfoot, I love you!” the boy grinned.

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The next day, James searched for Y/n in the Great Hall. He finally spotted her “Y/n!” she turned and sighed as she saw him. “For the date, find me at the astronomy tower at six the Saturday night in two weeks.” She smiled “Two weeks? You’re patient now?” he blushed at her teasing but he didn’t want to reveal the surprise “Well there is something special that day.”

“Huh huh, and what it is?” she asked as she raised her eyebrow “I- I don’t want to tell you” She hummed and left him after patting his shoulder. Of course, she knew that that day the meteor shower would happen but she found it sweet that he wanted to keep it secret and she didn’t want to let him know that she knew. And she hated it. She hated that she could find James sweet.

During the two next weeks, James tried to talk to Y/n but she was as distant as before. He thought that maybe if she accepted the date that would also mean that she would be okay with him talking to her but apparently not.

He spent as much time as he could planning the date, his usual chatting during History of Magic turning into the planning of the dinner. He wanted her to have the best night ever; starter, course, and dessert. He asked Mary about Y/n’s favorite meal and candies. He even sneaked out to Hogsmeade, only to buy her favorite sweets at Honeydukes.  

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James woke up early on D-day. Like really early. He was up at 6am from the excitement and unintentionally woke up his dormmates “Argh. 6am??! Really Prongs?” said Remus before burying his head in his pillow.

He walked in the dorm like a lion in his cage the entire morning. At lunch, he ate quickly before heading back to his room, he took every single blanket and cushions and pillows he could find, leaving some almost naked beds to his friends but they let him, they didn’t want to cut his momentum.

He placed everything at the top of the tower, before finding that he wouldn’t say no to some tables and chairs. He borrowed them from a classroom and added the little details, candles, record player, and flowers on the table…

Everything was set up but he couldn’t bring the food just yet, it was only 3pm, and she would be there in three hours. So he spent the next hours waiting, checking if everything was good, replacing the blankets, checking, moving the candles on the table two millimeters away, and checking again.

It was now five and twenty minutes, and he thought that it was the moment to bring the food. He went into the kitchen, collected the meal that he asked for this morning, and did a detour by the dorm to take the candies.

He did all this at a record speed, rushing in the hallways, not without being interrupted by Filch who threatened the boy to give him detention. He came back to the tower at twenty to six and again checked everything.

Y/n could arrive in a minute, he sat on the chair that was in front of the door. She stepped into the room, she was pretty, even more, than usual. James stopped breathing for a second and he felt his cheeks, neck, and ears heating up.

He got up “Y-you look ravishing today.” He said as he smiled, trying to hide that he was flustered. She smiled softly at him and tugged her bottom lip “Thank you, James.”

She looked around her, it was beautiful, she could tell that he spent a lot of time organizing everything. She was touched by the effort he put into it, he did all this for her.

“It’s really pretty,” she said, pointing at the room around them. “And what’s the surprise, my little boy?” she asked him as she looked deeply into his eyes. “There’s a meteor shower at ten and I thought that we could eat before.” She smiled and James could tell that it was an honest smile, she was really happy “Sounds perfect to me.”

They started to talk about anything and everything, after all, they didn’t really know each other. “How did you know that this was my favorite food ever?” she asked impressed as she took a bite “I have my sources,” he said with a smirk. She huffed but smiled.

It was seven and a half and they were eating dessert. “Thank you by the way.” She told James, and he stopped eating, his mouth still full “For what?” he asked confused. She chuckled lightly “All this, I appreciate the effort you put in all this, you just could have done a silly little date.” His eyes brightened and his smile widened “Well you deserve a big date.” She blushed at his words and looked down at her plate.

Y/n hated to admit it but she didn’t find him annoying or whatever and she couldn’t stop the way she was flustered when he complimented her. But she now realized that it was not the first time that this happened.

She remembered that sometimes when he came and talked to her she would use her sarcasm to hide her blush from him and would brush him off to avoid her flustered state. She now thought that maybe she was lying to herself the entire time.

She was sure that she didn’t like him the first time he asked her out, she found him cocky and immature, but she observed that right when she told him, he tried to change, respecting more her personal space. Maybe accepting this date was accepting her feelings.

At the moment, Y/n was looking at James, they were sitting on the cushions. He observed as she shivered, he took a blanket and wrapped it around her. He tried to let his arm around her shoulders, his body relaxing when she didn’t push him away.

“I’m sorry.” Y/n’s voice broke the comfortable silence, James turned his head towards her “What do you mean?” he asked her, his voice was soft and low “I’ve been rude to you.” She lowered her head. “No, you were not. You don’t have to apologize.” She let her head fall on his shoulder, he tried not to be disturbed by the contact between them.

“I’ve been. Every time you talked to me I’ve been ruder and ruder when you just wanted to have a chance. But still, you didn’t give up.” She felt guilty honestly, she didn’t know from where this guilt came but it was there, in her gut.

“You still don’t have to apologize. I understand that it could be annoying.” She lifted her head, they were only a few inches away, she stared at his lips, and he stared at hers. They both started to lean in, but all of a sudden, she turned her head. James thought that he did something wrong, he maybe misunderstood something but he followed her gaze to find meteors in the sky.

“It starts.” She said in awe and she placed her head back on his shoulder. They both watched the meteor shower without talking, wrapped in each other’s arms after Y/n lifted the blanket so James could fit under it.

“I think it’s over,” James said, a bit of disappointment in his voice. “It was beautiful, thank you Jamie” she kissed his cheek and chuckled when he blushed hard, she heard him saying something close to ‘you’re welcome’.

They got up, but both of them didn’t leave, they just stared at each other’s eyes. “Y/n,” James whispered, she hummed. “Would you mind if I kiss you?” he asked softly. She placed her lips on his as an answer, the boy didn’t move from shock but kissed her back, deepening the kiss. She tucked his bottom lip as she pulled away.

“You like me?” he asked shyly. “I guess so.” Y/n said before kissing him again. “Since when?” James asked again. She bit her lip “I don’t know, but I’ve been in the denial for a little while.” He chuckled lightly “I did well to insist then.” he smirked.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

The marauders excepted James to ramble about his date right when he came back, but when it was past midnight and he still didn’t show up they fell asleep, not bothering to wait for him. But in the morning they had surprise to find Y/n and James’ tangled bodies.

“Do you think they… you know?” asked Peter. Remus and Sirius squinted their eyes “No, I don’t think so.” Said the raven-haired boy “It’s not his type, not on the first date.” added the lycanthrope.

James and Y/n woke up at the sound of his friends talking. The girl rubbed her eyes and propped herself on her elbows. “Prongs, should I do an ‘ex virgin’ cake? Or not yet?” Sirius asked before James threw him a pillow. “Hey! Not nice.”

Y/n broke into laughter as they started to bicker, she should have said yes earlier.

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In This Heart Of Mine (Sirius Black x Fem! Reader)

Not proofread 

Sirius's time in Azkaban had been awful. It was something he wouldn't wish on anyone, not even his worst enemies. The Dementors always trying to force him to relive his worse memories, although they failed for various reasons. Namely him focusing on his innocence, for the crime he'd been accused off, and he often spent time in his animagus form. Yet even that didn't stop him from remembering those he had lost during the war, both to death and those whom turned away because of the crime he had supposedly committed. The betrayal of Peter Pettigrew, someone he once mistakenly believed was a friend. 

James and Lilly, both hailed as heroes for their sacrifice that went on to end the war. Friends whom had been murdered for standing against Voldemort and his black clad followers. The Longbottom's had been tortured into insanity, not long after Voldemort's fall. Yet the one to hurt Sirius the most, was the loss of his (Y/N). She'd been taken from him during one of the many battles, all of it had happened so quickly and ripped his heart to shreds. 

Flashback 

It had been the height of the war, 1980. Things had taken a dark turn with members of the order being slaughtered left and right. The Prewett brothers had been murdered, Marlene McKinnon and her entire family had been wiped out by the Death Eaters as had several others. At every scene the dark mark was cast, as if to strike more fear into those whom were already terrified. Distrust also ran riot within the Order, especially when it become clear there was a traitor in their midst, someone feeding Voldemort information, that allowed the onslaught to happen. Long time friends and family distrusting each other, because of suspicion and fear. 

(Y/N) had been sent out on an assignment, Dumbledore had personally sent her on it, with hope valuable information would be found. He'd chosen her for her metamorphic abilities, allowing her to be anyone if she so willed it. Only a few knew of her mission to find information, by infuriating the Death Eater ranks. (Y/N) had been close to Sirius and the Marauders since their school days, always pulling a prank or tripping over something. No one knew of her assignment, until days after she'd been sent, her disappearance noticeable. 

Lily had been the first to speak up over (Y/N)'s disappearance, Sirius admitting he'd noticed but hadn't voice his concerns, due to hoping she'd return sooner or later. Every night he hoped to see her at the dinner table, just as he found himself preying (Y/N) was okay, even when he didn't know the nature of her assignment. Dumbledore had personally answered the question, when Lily had asked, although he'd not told her at dinner, instead inviting her, James, Remus and Sirius his and Alastor Moody's shared office. Moody being the only other to know of (Y/N)'s assignment to find information and if possible the identity of the traitor in their mists. 

Weeks had gone by and no word was heard from (Y/N), letters sent and all form of communication had gone unanswered. The last time (Y/N) had responded to give the information on an impending attack at a muggle park, in the dead of night. It was supposed to be an attack against muggles, to strike far more fear into them, to use them as an example of the cruelty Death Eaters were capable of. So the members of the Order had arrived to prevent it, meeting the black clad Voldemort followers there, they being lead by the twisted Bellatrix of all people, Lucius Malfoy, Rodolphus Lestrange and Evan Roiser all present. In the clutches of Bellatrix was (Y/N), far worse off than before, wandless as Bellatrix held (Y/N) wand as if it were a trophy of triumph. 

"Looks like our mole was right" spoke Lucius, his voice barely above a whisper as he stood next to his deranged sister in law. Her wicked smile spreading as she held on to (Y/N)'s tangled black locks, pulling harshly to force her to look at those, whom she was friends with, whom she fought side by side with on so many occasions before hand. Lucius knew the order Voldemort had given, (Y/N) had refused to give him anything, blocked his attempts to read her mind, even when tortured. Instead she had stood in defiance against him, stayed silence and even attempted to to hide her pain. 

"Avada Kedavra" yelled Bellatrix, her wand pointing at the younger metamorphic witch knelt in front of her. Hearing her cousin Sirius scream out when the flash of green light surrounded (Y/N), Remus had grabbed hold of Sirius before he could run head first into the jaws of doom. Holding his old friend when he screamed out (Y/N)'s name, calling for her to answer as his blue eyes turned glassy. As if by design the death eaters left, it being clear the planned attack and be redesigned into an execution, meant to show the members of the Order, there would be no mercy regardless of their blood. 

Sirius soon broke free, running to the lifeless body of (Y/N), pulling her into his lap. Begging her to wake up and come back to him. Even when he knew she was gone, he still begged her to wake up. Sirius had never told anyone of his love for the metamorphic witch, nor about his desire to marry. He'd been to afraid she'd reject him if he told her, too afraid he'd become everything he feared. He knew for sure his family would banish him for sure, after all (Y/N) was a half blood. Yet still he wanted nothing more than to tell her the truth, for her to wake up and tell him the answer to his wild question and request. 

Despite that Sirius knew it was impossible. His deranged cousin had killed her without even blinking. (Y/N) hadn't even been able to pass on the information she had collected, having been betrayed and captured before she could. She being destined to be another name on the seemingly endless of causalities of the war. 

"Wake up (Y/N), Wake up. I love you. Please wake up" whispered Sirius as Remus sat besides him, a hand on his shoulder. A silent promise being made, he'd write a letter to James and Lily to inform them, the two have since gone into hiding, from the threat of the dark lord. 

End of Flashback 

The night Remus found him in the caves near Hogwarts twelve almost thirteen long years later. He'd given something to the former prisoner of Azkaban. The photo of (Y/N), Sirius had kept on him everyday since leaving school, the photo he'd promised to keep with him ever since he lost her. Deep down Remus knew (Y/N) would have fought for Sirius had she lived, she would have tried her hardest to convince so many of the truth he now knew. She would have fought to prove Sirius's innocence no matter what. 

"In this heart of mine, we've live for a lifetime (Y/N)" whispered Sirius when Remus left, his blue eyes focusing on the ageless (Y/N) pictured, her sweet grin. "Lily and James are with you always. One day I'll see you all again" muttered the Marauder, making a silent vow of revenge against the one whom had betrayed so many. And to protect his god son, the boy with the weight of the world on his shoulders. Harry. 

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It took me four months to write this post even though i used to do it monthly. The last post was for January, this one includes films watched between February and May 2022. Eighteen films in total. I used to watch twice as many films per month. The war took its toll, I guess... 1. Favourite movies: Smilin' Through (1932), The Batman (2022), Scandal Sheet (1952), The Big Combo (1955), Rebecca (1940) 2. Decent movies I liked / appreciated but not loved: Woman in Hiding (1950), Lost Horizon (1937), The Thrill of it All (1963), The Blob (1988), Sleepy Hallow (1999) 3. Best scenes: the flashbacks (Smilin' Through, 1932); the car chase / Bruce and Alfred at the hospital / goodbye between Batman and Catwoman (The Batman, 2022); the final shootout / at the opera (The Big Combo, 1955); the final boss battle (Uncharted, 2022); explaining what happened to the builders in The Thrill of It All (1963); confronting Maxim (Rebecca, 1940). 4. Favourite genres: romance, drama, fantasy, noir. 5. Favourite directors: Matt Reeves (The Batman, 2022); Joseph H. Lewis (The Big Combo, 1955); Tim Burton (Sleepy Hallow, 1999); Alfred Hitchcock (Rebecca, 1940). 6. Favourite actors: Johnny Depp, Chritina Ricci (Sleepy Hallow, 1999); Doris Day, James Garner (Move Over, Darling, 1963; The Thrill of It All, 1963); Norma Shearer, Fredric March, Leslie Howard (Smilin' Through, 1932); John Derek, Broderick Crawford (Scandal Sheet, 1952); Robert Pattinson, Colin Farrell, Zoe Kravitz, Andy Serkis, Paul Dano (The Batman, 2022); Cornel Wilde, Richard Conte, Jean Wallace (The Big Combo, 1955); Tom Holland (Uncharted, 2022); Ida Lupino (Woman in Hiding, 1950); Ronald Colman (Lost Horizon, 1937); Lawrence Olivier, Joan Fontaine (Rebecca, 1940). 7. Least favourite performances: Armie Hammer (Death on the Nile, 2022). Not only was it incredibly uncomfortable to watch him due to his off-screen behaviour but the performance was so over-the-top I couldn't take it seriously at all. It was really hard, close to impossible. 8. The most wasted cast: everyone was okay at least. If I had to choose, I'd say Death on the Nile (2022) but it's not a bad film in itself. Tom Bateman, Annette Bening, Kenneth Branaugh, Russel Brand (random...), Letitia Wright, Emma Mackey, Armie Hammer, Gal Gadot, Rose Leslie, Ali Fazal, Rosie Dwyer. 9. The best wasted premise: Repeat Performance (1947). It's one of the films with the most wasted potential, and all due to an endless series of stupid decisions. Had the protagonist been smarter and less melodramatic, the film would have been a gem. 10. Best premise: The Big Combo (1955); The Batman (2022); Rebecca (1940); Sleepy Hallow (1999). 11. Favourite cast: The Batman (2022). Robert Pattinson, Zoe Kravitz, Jeffrey Wright, Colin Farrell, Paul Dano, John Turturro, Andy Serkis, Peter Sarsgaard. On a smaller scale, it's Smilin' Through (1932) with Norma Shearer, Leslie Howard and Fredric March (a small three-man gem of a film) and The Big Combo (1955) with Cornel Wilde, Richard Conte and Jean Wallace. I'm just finding out how amazing Richard Conte was as an actor and it's glorious! 12. Favourite on-screen duos: Norma Shearer x Leslie Howard / Norma Shearer x Fredric March (Smilin' Through, 1932); Robert Pattinson x Andy Serkis / Robert Pattinson x Zoe Kravitz (The Batman, 2022); Doris Day x James Garner (Move Over, Darling, 1963; The Thrill of It All, 1963); Cornel Wilde x Richard Conte x Jean Wallace (in any combination) (The Big Combo, 1955); Joan Fontaine x Laurence Olivier (Rebecca, 1940). 13. Favourite on-screen relationships: Batman + Catwoman (The Batman, 2022). They do them so much justice in this film that there's barely any competition. Lt. Leonard Diamond + Susan Lowell / Mr. Brown + Susan Lowell (The Big Combo, 1955). Both relationships are more than a little dysfunctional but so fascinating to watch! Steve McCleary + Julie Allison (Scandal Sheet, 1952). It's fun and easy to follow, and a bit cheeky. Moonyeen + Sir John Carteret (Smilin' Through, 1932). I liked Fredric March in the film, too, but it's obviously about the undying love between these two that makes the film as touching as it is). Maxim de Winter + Mrs. de Winter (Rebecca, 1940). 14. Favourite characters: Batman, Catwoman, Alfred, The Riddler (The Batman, 2022); Lt. Leonard Diamond, Susan Lowell, Mr. Brown (The Big Combo, 1955); Steve McCleary, Julie Allison, Mark Chapman (Scandal Sheet, 1952); Deborah Chandler Clark (Woman in Hiding, 1950); Maxim de Winter, Mrs. de Winter (Rebecca, 1940). 15. Favourite quote: Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again. (Rebecca, 1940). 16. Favourite fact discovered in 2022: Cornel Wilde and Jean Wallace were married when making The Big Combo (1955) and Ida Lupino was married to Howard Duff when he played her abusive conniving husband in Woman in Hiding (1950). I've also just found out the director of photography for Rebecca (1940), George Barnes, was married to Joan Blondell between 1933 and 1936. That's random... 17. The most overrated film: I think every film is pretty deserving of the reputation it has really. 18. The most disappointing film: Repeat Performance (1947). Just because had they made some smarter decisions it would've been a classic, and a really unique classic at that. 19. The biggest surprise: The Big Combo (1955). It's very tense, seductive, maniacal and powerful film. I miss those. 20. Best cinematography: John Alton (The Big Combo, 1955). It's absolutely marvelous! Greig Fraser (The Batman, 2022); George Barnes (Rebecca, 1940); Emmanuel Lubezki (Sleepy Hallow, 1999). 21. Best set design: Rebecca (1940), The Batman (2022). 22. Best costume design: Irene (Rebecca, 1940); Don Loper (The Big Combo, 1955). 23. Best music: Rebecca (1940). 24. Best prooduction choice: casting Robert Pattinson in The Batman (2022) and Richard Conte in The Big Combo (1955); practical effects in The Blob (1988). 25. Worst production choice: the script in Repeat Performance (1947) and the uncomfortably revealing Death on the Nile (2022). 26. Film of the month: The Big Combo (1955) and Rebecca (1940).

[veworfs]

Saw the video game free

#SAW THE VIDEO GAME FREE MOVIE#

#SAW THE VIDEO GAME FREE SERIES#

John was soon given the nickname "The Jigsaw Killer" (or "Jigsaw"), because he removed a puzzle-piece-shaped chunk of flesh from those who did not escape his traps. Then, in Saw IV flashbacks, he designed the first trap and test for Cecil, and decided to use the rest of his existence to design more of these "tests" or "games" as a form of "instant rehabilitation" that would change the world "one person at a time". Flashbacks from Saw II show that, after surviving a suicide attempt where he drove his car off a cliff, John was "reborn", and nurtured the idea that the only way for someone to change is for them to change themselves. He approached a man named William Easton for money for an experimental cancer treatment, but was denied. Extremely bitter over his squandered life and the loss of his unborn son, he began observing the lives of others and became even more depressed as he saw them squandering the gift of life that he had just been denied. John found himself trapped by his own complacency until he was diagnosed with inoperable cancer. John and Jill eventually drifted apart and divorced. Grieving the loss of his child, John distanced himself from his friends and wife. Saw VI later showed that another drug addict, Amanda Young, also had an unintentional role in Gideon's death. Jill lost her unborn baby, Gideon, due to the unwitting actions of a drug addict named Cecil Adams, who fled the scene. Production Story overview įlashbacks from Saw IV reveal the roots of the series, presenting John Kramer as a successful civil engineer and devoted husband to his wife Jill Tuck, who opened a rehab clinic for drug addicts. Y indicates a younger version of the character.Īdditional crew and production details FilmĬanadian Film or Video Production Services Tax CreditĬanadian Film or Video Production Tax CreditĬanadian Film or Video Production Tax Credit,.S indicates an appearance through use of special effects.P indicates an appearance in onscreen photographs.A indicates an appearance through archival footage.An empty, dark grey cell indicates the character was not in the film, or that the character's official presence has not yet been confirmed.This section shows characters who will appear or have appeared in more than two films in the series. Josh Stolberg confirmed the script was finished in December of that same year. 5 Additional crew and production detailsĪ tenth film, titled Saw X, is currently in development as of April 2021.While some critics have called the films torture porn, the franchise's creators, and most of its fans, disagree with that characterization.

#SAW THE VIDEO GAME FREE SERIES#

The film series as a whole has received mostly mixed to negative reviews, but remains one of the highest-grossing horror film franchises of all time. The franchise has grossed more than $1 billion from box office and retail sales. A ninth film, Spiral, was released in 2021, with comedian and actor Chris Rock attached to star, produce and co-write. An eighth film, Jigsaw, was eventually released in October 2017. Lionsgate however expressed interest in continuing the franchise in 2012. In 2010, franchise producer Mark Burg said that the seventh film, Saw 3D, would be the final installment. Both creators remained with the franchise as executive producers. From 2004 to 2010, each film was released on the Friday before Halloween. Five directors have worked on the series: James Wan, Darren Lynn Bousman, David Hackl, Kevin Greutert and The Spierig Brothers while Whannell, Bousman, Patrick Melton, Marcus Dunstan, Josh Stolberg and Peter Goldfinger have written the scripts. After its immensely successful opening weekend, the first of many sequels was immediately green-lit. It was ultimately successful, and, in 2004, the first installment debuted at the Sundance Film Festival, and was released theatrically that October by Lionsgate. In 2003, Wan and Whannell made a short film to help pitch a potential feature film concept. Despite the fact that Kramer was killed in Saw III, the films continued to focus on his posthumous influence, particularly by his apprentices, and explore his character via flashbacks. Rather than killing his victims outright, he traps them in situations that he calls "tests" or "games" to test their will to live through physical or psychological torture, believing that if they survive, they will be "rehabilitated". John Kramer was introduced briefly in Saw and developed in more detail in Saw II and the subsequent films.

#SAW THE VIDEO GAME FREE MOVIE#

The first eight films primarily revolve around the fictional serial killer John "Jigsaw" Kramer, while the ninth movie revolves around a copycat killer while still keeping continuity with the previous films. Saw is a horror franchise created by Australian film makers James Wan and Leigh Whannell, consisting of nine feature films and additional media.

[askabound]

sirius is purposely annoying i love him so much

[glittercndgcld]

( 𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝑗𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 )

    📲 text messages | @xboutlxstnightmuses

peter Hey. Super random hearing from me, I know. That Imagine Dragons song came up on shuffle and it reminded me of you. It's been a while since we talked now, so I guess I'm just wondering how you're doing?

james hello :slight_smile: yeah, it is kinda? But it's okay-it has been a long time since we talked. that's really sweet of you. I'm doing well, I think? Work is the same, so busy... still struggling with finding free time :stuck_out_tongue: but yeah... how have you been?

peter It has been. I wasn't sure if I should text or not. I think I sat here debating it throughout the entire song before I sent it. That's good. I hope you are. Ah, work. Don't you just love having to be a responsible adult? Aren't we all :stuck_out_tongue_closed_eyes: It's tough sometimes. Other times, I feel like I have too much free time that I spend doing absolutely nothing... except maybe reading... somethings never change. I've been okay! Just going through the motions and all that. You know how it goes.

james still that is a very sweet gesture. sometimes, I  look at the GoT books and think of you :stuck_out_tongue: which by the way, with how the finale went, I am not even sure I'm gonna get the other ones adulting is awesome :rofl::rofl::rofl: #not well what have you been reading? I understand...I even remember all that, come to think of it:yum:

peter Hahah, I'm not even a little upset about that. Ugh, but you know the books are so much better! They always are. I don't hate it, it has it's perks, but it's kinda sorta exhausting sometimes? So much responsibility and it's never ending. Currently, I'm reading The Malazan Empire series - it's interesting. There's quite a few books in the series.

james cannot read Martin's books. Willing to try agian but NOOOOPE some adaptations could be better than the books though? i guess we have to live through it oh.my.god how many books are there in the series? and in which book are you?

peter THEY ARE SO GOOD THOUGH No. Not ever. The internal dialogue's really give you a view into the characters minds that movies and shows just don't capture. Yep. Guess so. That seems to be the theme of life. Living through it all. I think there's 11. I'm on book 6.

james can't argue about that. it's true but he is taking his sweet time to write the last two. So I do not trust that man oh my ....how long did it take you to finish those six? what is it about?

peter It is! Books just hit different. Perfection doesn’t happen over night, James. It takes time, sometimes. Uh, I’ve been on this serious the past 3 or so months - that’s in between work and books I read for my book club. It’s more adventure and fantasy - god, there’s so much, to be honest. It’s about a period of turmoil in the Malayan empire and other nations in that world. There’s a ton of characters, but the development is nicely done. You’d think it’d be hard to keep up, but in the way it’s written, it’s not. I feel like I’d have to tell you in person. Or else it’d be so much to read.

james I can’t believe you are still siding with George R.R Martin :zany_face::zany_face::zany_face: is it wrong that I still have a mental picture of reading books frantically? aw still on the book club? it does sound interesting:blush:  it is eleven books, of course I would think it is hard to keep up.

peter I will always side with George R. R Martin :stuck_out_tongue_closed_eyes: Of me reading books frantically? Or yourself? I won’t ever not be in a book club. That’s how you get introduced to a variety of authors over many different genres. I love it. Right! It’s really awesome! You might like it! You just read one right after the other. That’s all.

james of you reading books frantically I'm still me; nagging that I'm not reading enough. Still....two years later:sweat_smile: Got really into audio books though That's true -I don't know how you jungle work and reading-so effortlessly. Jealous... I'm going to search it out-maaaaybe I'm going to get the first one? Just to try it out

peter Ok, I thought so, but wanted to clarify. You know better than almost anyone how lost I can get in books :grimacing: I don't know if it's a good thing, or bad. You should read more! Books are great... I guess some things never change, huh? :joy: That's something!! I did that for a little bit, but I missed physically holding the books in my hand. And oddly, the smell of books. Nothing like it. I don't know how I do either. It seems like a natural talent. I've been doing it since I could read. You should! You could borrow mine, even. To see if you like it, that way you don't spend money on a book you might not like.

james Everything is good if you're having fun! And when you don't overdo it:stuck_out_tongue_closed_eyes: I do, but then again; I'm always on the internet searching some random information I come across in a tv show or movie. And yep, audio books just work for me. I have so many things to do, so listening to them while working around, makes me believe that I have some kind of progress? Besides, I'm currently searching for a master's degree and I'm still reading (reading and studying aren't the same, but they are to me :P) and I am kind of consumed with it smell of books :smiling_face_with_3_hearts: Is it just me or it's just the second time you asked me to hang out with you?

peter I feel like some people might feel like i overdo it? :thinking: but I do have fun. I love reading. Audio books are convenient, for sure. That is progress! You're still taking in those stories and enjoying them That's fun. I need to get my butt back to school. They are the same thing! I love studying - researching things... but you know this about me already. Mhm. I love it. It's my favorite smell. Well... I guess I hadn't realized I did that. But do you want to hang out?

james You do your thing-don't listen to anyone :relaxed: Oh are you interested in studying something else? Smooth, Peter, smooth I'd like that, actually.

peter You know that I don't. If I did, I'd be on a much different path than I am right now. I don't know. I kind of want to a few classes in business... maybe go for my associates. Owning a book store would be pretty awesome. I really didn't realize!! I was just... talking. Or well, typing? texting??? Okay! I can take that book. For you to read. You'll have to let me know what you think.

james True dat Woooaah that sounds awesome :slight_smile: OH really? I'm going to pretend I believe you here That sounds like a plan sure

peter Doesn't it?? I mean, tell me you can't see me doing something like that. It's just one of those things that I never felt would actually be in the cards for me. Yes! Really. Okay. Dinner, maybe?

james Definitely it is something that I can see you doing.  For sure hmm maybe....okay.

peter Maybe one day. Maybe okay or just okay?

james Fiiiiine. YES okay. I have been contemplating whether or not I should, but who am I kidding? I have missed you, anyway

peter :joy: Good! I was hoping you'd say yes. I've missed you, too. It's been a long time. So hm, when are you free? Preferrably, a Friday or Saturday?

james good :) hmm maybe Friday?

peter Friday is perfect. How does 7:30pm sound?

james Great - i can't wait :blush:

peter Perfect. I can’t either! It’ll be great to see you.

james Same :wink:

[chloelucia13]

Not Your Doll

Pairing: 40′s!Bucky Barnes x reader

Prompt: Being sent out to England in the midst of a war was terrifying, but you didn’t expect that to be the least of your worries the moment your eyes met his (baed off the song “Peter” by Daughter)

Warnings: angst, some fluff, language, mentions of violence, descriptions of injuries, war scenarios, flashbacks in italics

A/N: I’ve had this idea in my head for a while and I thought it would be a perfect (And a little late) submission for @pellucid-constellations​ love letters writing challenge! I hope you all enjoy, and as always, my inbox, requests, and taglists are open!

You can’t remember what a warm shower felt like.

The steam billowing in the air, the heavy rivulets of water soothing over your skin as you melted under the stream. The things you’d taken for granted.

That longing ache settled in your bones as you made your way through the muddy path that connected the showers to the large canvas tents that were considered your barracks. 

It had been the fourth time that week that your mind filled in the rasp of Bucky’s voice calling out your name, your ears perking up even though you knew that he wasn’t there.

Two weeks had gone by since Bucky, along with 200 other soldiers, went missing in action while infiltrating a nazi base. Everything on-base had become stagnant, waiting with baited breath for them to come back and nearly suffocating in the meantime. Nothing had come back, not even a body. You wondered if they were sitting in cramped makeshift prison cells, praying for their rescue or their death. If they weren’t dead already.

You didn’t miss him. Of course you didn’t. He was a nuisance, a teasing young boy who liked to see how many hearts he could hold in his hands before they fell to the rain-soaked ground. His dazzling smile and glimmering ocean eyes made him like a siren, luring unsuspecting girls in and eating them alive.

That’s the only reason you felt his absence, you told yourself. It’s a drastic change from him being a constant presence to him disappearing altogether. It’s understandable.

There was a small commotion in the tent to your right, in which you could see Colonel Philips and Peggy Carter gathered around a typewriter, arguing with an unfamiliar man. 

Just days later, there was another commotion. A much larger one.

From the slit in your tent flap, you watched soldier after soldier sprint past, followed by shouts that seemed joyful. After a moment or two, you followed them.

Coming up the hill was a flood of at least 200 men in varying states of health, each of them following in close step behind none other than the unfamiliar man from days ago and James Buchanan Barnes himself.

A crowd gathered around them, including multiple other nurses who immediately began dragging the most injured soldiers to the tents. But you couldn’t move, stuck in a state of shock as you stared at the dirty and bloody, but otherwise very alive, man who you were sure was as good as dead.

The boom of his voice pulled you from your stupor and you stomped through the crowd, straight towards him.

As soon as his eye caught your form, a signature dazzling smile spread across his face. “Y/N, doll,” he sighed, placing a hand over his heart purely for the drama of it all. 

“I’m not your doll, sergeant,” you spat, shooting him a glare as you tutted your chin at him from just inches away. 

The wailing siren grew closer as you finished pinning your nurse cap in place. It stopped just in front of the tent, and just a moment later, in came a man with such a swagger in his step that you questioned how dire his need for medical assistance was. 

Swiftly, you scooped up the dog tags on his neck and read over the name. “James Buchanan Barnes. What’s the issue, soldier?” you voiced, doing a quick once over of his body to look for any visible broken bones or blood spots.

“It’s sergeant, doll,” he hummed, the corners of his lips tilting upwards. 

You hummed, turning away from him and rifling through the medical supplies to your immediate right. “Address me by my proper title and I’ll address you by yours.”

“What’s your injury level?” came your voice once more, lips pursed impatiently.

“Oh, nurse, I think I might need a check up. Got banged up pretty bad back there.” The way he looked down at you due to your proximity didn’t make you feel as small as it usually does. It felt... comforting, if you dare say it.

You let out a sigh. “Go to the tent, I’ll be there in a moment.”

The laugh he let out was bordering on giddy as he brushed past you and made his way to the medical tent.

“Are you two close?” the unfamiliar man spoke, eyeing you slightly.

“It’d be more accurate to say that I can’t stand the man,” you hummed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Why do you ask, Mr...”

“Steve Rogers. Captain America.”

“Hmm, so you’re the Hitler-puncher I’ve been hearing so much about from back home. I guess you live up to your stage name, Captain.”

“Steve is just fine, ma’am.”

“You still haven’t answered my question, Steve.”

“Oh. Um, Bucky and I are friends. Knew each other since we were kids.”

“So you know how much of a menace he is?”

He let out a chuckle, albeit a bit awkward. “I’m definitely aware of that, yes. Especially around girls he likes.”

“So you’re implying that he likes every girl on-base.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised, to be frank.”

***

The creation of the lost boys, as you liked to call them, took place shortly after Steve’s rescue of each of its members. Day and night, the men would be tucked away in a secret location in the city, identifying each of the bases that they needed to take down and determining the best plan of action.

You were confused, to say the least, when you were called to join them after a few days, a car arriving at the base first thing in the morning to take you to their new hideaway.

None of the men seemed to notice your presence as you tucked yourself away into the corner of the room, silently listening to their chatter and trying to ignore the incessant conversations that were happening elsewhere as you gnawed on a hangnail. Your unknown presence didn’t last for long, though, as Bucky leaned back to stretch and caught your eye, lips immediately cracking into a smile.

“There you are, doll! Came just in time!” he hummed, rising to his feet and rushing over to you at an almost-alarming speed. 

“Not your doll, sergeant,” you chided, giving him a bewildered look when his fingers laced through yours before he dragged you over to the table. “May I ask why I’m here?”

“I recommended ya!” He sat you in the vacant chair next to his. “What, you really think we’re all gonna go out and kill nazis and try to patch ourselves up? We’d die before we could even hit the road, doll.”

“So you need me to be your own personal nurse?”

“Well that, and my ma always told me that every strong team has an even stronger woman keeping everyone in line, and I know that you’d be perfect for that.”

You couldn’t help but give him a small smile. “Your mother sounds like a smart woman.”

That glimmering look in his eyes seemed to fade for a moment before Steve spoke, drawing your attention. “The position is optional,” he informed you. “You definitely don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”

You realized that you were nodding in confirmation without even thinking about it.

It was because you wanted to leave the base, you told yourself. You wanted to travel around Europe and see the beautiful scenery, even though there was a less-than-beautiful reason as to why you were traveling. 

It wasn’t because of the way that Bucky was looking at you, almost pleading through his eyes. It wasn’t because you were scared of having him out of your sight.

No, that wasn’t it at all.

“I’ll do it.”

The rest of the meeting zoomed by quickly, and Bucky was nearly buzzing in his seat by the time everything wrapped up. 

“We’re going out on the town tonight, doll,” he told you as he took your hand and helped you rise from your seat. “I’d love it if you joined us.”

You looked at him wearily. “I don’t know, sarge. I-I don’t even think I have a dress to wear-”

“We’re in the city, doll! Why don’t you go shopping for one? Maybe Peggy will even go with you!”

You tilted your head at him. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re extremely adamant?”

He sighed. “Just... Think about it, will you?”

“Fine, sarge. I’ll think about it.”

Truth be told, it didn’t even take all of that convincing for you to cave in, already trying to recall how much money you had in your purse as he was speaking. 

***

Your arrival at the bustling pub made your nerves skyrocket, smoothing down the front of your dress as Peggy appeared by your side.

“Well, don’t you look nice,” she hummed, nudging your shoulder with hers. “Any reason for you getting all... dolled up?” 

Her pun didn’t go unnoticed by you, and you rolled your eyes. “No, actually,” you nearly hissed. “Just thought I’d treat myself to something nice.”

“Shall we go inside, then?” Without waiting for a response, she hooked her arm with yours and led the two of you into the pub.

The silence that blanketed the once-rowdy crowd made your insides stir and you wanted to shrink in on yourself, but Peggy stood there proudly, eyes flickering over the room before settling on Steve. Then, from the very back corner, a “Hello, nurse!” was bellowed, and you let out an annoyed sigh, reminding yourself of where exactly you were. Surrounded by bumbling drunks that were searching for anything with breasts and a pulse.

“You’d think they’d have their wits together by now considering this isn’t the first time they’ve seen me like this,” Peggy sighed as she made her way over to Steve, eyeing him warily while you trailed behind her.

“I think any pretty thing they see now is enough to send them into cardiac arrest,” you hummed in response, chuckling. “Got too used to all of the disgusting parts of life.”

“And I’d be happy to die that way,” Bucky spoke up, appearing behind you with a smirk evident in his voice. “You’d be the one to cause it, though. And let me tell you, I might need to you check my heart right now.”

You spun on your heel to face him, arching a brow at him. “Is that so, sergeant?”

“Absolutely, doll. Prettiest damn girl I’ve ever seen, if I do say so myself.”

You scoffed, turning back around and making your way to the bar, leaning your elbows against the wooden counter. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

He chuckled to himself, shaking his head slightly before settling in beside and waving to the bartender. “What are you drinking tonight?”

You pulled your shoulders up in a shrug. “Not very well-versed in the world of drinks.”

“His eyes traced over the profile of your face before he nodded. “Do ya trust me?”

A smirk tugged at your lips, slightly turning to face him just barely. “That depends on the circumstance. On the battlefield? Absolutely. With my heart? Not a chance.”

“How about with my taste in alcohol?”

You caught your lower lip between your teeth as you pondered for a moment. “I guess we’ll have to find out, don’t we?”

The radiant smirk that spread across his face made your stomach do flips, but you kept your gaze steady on a spot beside his head as he ordered a drink for you. “Do you dance, doll?”

“I’m afraid that I’ve got two left feet.” You gave the bartender a gracious smile as he slid you your drink, taking a sip of it. 

“Aw, I doubt that. Just gotta get some practice in.” He leaned in close and nudged you with his shoulder, his breath warm on your cheek. “How’s your drink.”

You slowly turned to face him, your words momentarily catching in your throat when you noticed just how close he was to you. You could see the swirls of grey and cerulean that swam in his eyes, framed by fluttering lashes and surrounding quickly-expanding pupils. “It’s good. Thank you.”

The white of his teeth cracked through his smooth pink lips and he directed his gaze to the bartender, instructing him to keep them coming.

“Oh, sarge,” you sighed, nervously flitting your gaze over to your drink. “I don’t know if I have the money for that.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s my treat. And besides, you gotta have a bit of confidence in your system.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because you’re gonna dance with me!”

As you lifted the glass up to your lips, your eyes narrowed at him. “Oh, I am?”

He chuckled, his hand settling on the small of your back. “Finish your drink and you’ll find out.”

You rolled your eyes but obliged, downing the rest of the liquid with a small grimace before turning your body and your attention to him. “You better not drop me.”

“I’d never dream of it, doll.” His hand shifted from your back and slid into your own hand, squeezing it tight before pulling you onto the dance floor. As if on cue, slow jazz began to fill the building as he positioned the two of you, his eyes never leaving yours as you two began to sway. 

“So, what’s the occasion for all of this?”

“We’re headed out to Austria tomorrow. Everyone thought it’d be nice to have a going away party of sorts.”

“And the dancing?”

He beamed. “Just wanted to spend some quality time with my best girl.”

You rolled your eyes, but the heat that flooded your cheeks didn’t go unnoticed by you. “That’s a new one. Thought I was just your doll, sarge.”

“But I thought you weren’t my doll, doll.”

A huff, bordering on a chuckle, left your lips and you shook your head. “I’m gonna get another drink.”

As you slipped out of his grasp, his hand reached out to grab your forearm. “Aw, come on! We were doing so well! Just one more song?”

“Later, sarge. I’m a little parched.”

With an amused sigh, he released his grip on your arm, letting you walk back towards the bar as he stood with a feigned forlorn look on the dance floor all by himself.

One drink turned to two and when you realized that your vision was bleary and the room was spinning, a glass of water was slid towards you. You gulped it down gratefully and closed your eyes as you tried to keep the nausea at bay. 

You truly couldn’t distinguish how much time had passed between the dance with Bucky and now, but you figured it had been a while since your legs were tingling with numbness. 

You pressed the cool glass against your face and slowly turned to look over the room, eyes lazily flickering from one detail to the next before zeroing in on the makeshift dance floor.

A heavy rock settled harshly in your stomach, nearly sending the alcohol and your rations up and out of your body. 

Bucky gleefully swung a pretty blonde from side to side, her dress fluttering gracefully around the two of them as they danced with a vigor that you never could possess.

A pretty, dandelion yellow dress.

The same dress that you wore. Same exact style, probably even bought from the same store. But it looked so much better on her. It fit her body better, and the yellow complimented her skin in a way that it just didn’t with you.

You could nearly hear her giggle as he spun her around before pulling her close to his chest, standing so close that their panted breaths were mingling and his eyes were focused on nothing else but her. 

His best girl. His doll.

You scoffed, forcefully darting your gaze away and chugging down the rest of your water before stumbling to your feet. With a strong grip on the bar counter, you searched through the room until you spotted Peggy and Steve tucked away into a private corner, and you launched yourself towards them.

“I wanna go home,” you mumbled as soon as they were within earshot, hands catching onto the back of a chair and holding yourself up for dear life. 

“What, why?” Peggy spoke, looking over you worriedly. “Are you drunk?” “I want to go home,” you repeated, the venom in your words getting slurred. 

“Did something happen?” Steve questioned, brows furrowed with concern as he rose to his feet and helped steady you. 

“I don’ wanna talk about it. Just wanna go home. I’ll walk if I have to.”

“No, no, you’re not walking.” Steve’s gaze nervously flickered over to Peggy, who just shrugged. “We were all planning on staying until four or so so we could sleep on the way up to Austria.”

“Captain, I sincerely don’t give a fuck. I’m going back to base one way or another.”

“I’ll take her,” a voice behind you announced, and a grimace made its way onto your face.

“Like hell you are. I’m walking home.”

You yanked yourself out of Steve’s grip, only to stumble the minute you lost the stability of his hold and nearly collapsed to the floor. Another set of hands caught you by your hips and pulled you against him. “C’mon, doll,” Bucky hummed, securely holding you in his grasp and walking you out the door.

“’m not your fucking doll, James,” you hissed, dragging your feet.

“James? That’s new.”

“You think I’m stupid, don’t you?” As soon as you two were outside, you ripped yourself away from him, catching yourself on the pub’s wall as you shot a glare at him.

“Of course not. Why would you ever think that?”

“You think I’m some dumb naive girl who’ll fall for you so that you can use me. But I’m not. You can’t use me. I know who you are. And I know I’m not your fucking doll.”

He rushed over to you, his eyes so full of an anguish that you couldn’t notice in your drunken state. “You’re not any of those things. And I would never, ever use you. You’re my best girl.”

“Oh, bullshit. I’m not even your girl. You seem to have no problem finding whatever girl you want, and I bet you tell them that, too. Did you tell that to the girl back in the pub?”

“What girl?” “The girl you were dancing with! That-that girl wearing the same dress as me! What, do all of these girls just blur together?”

As one of the military vehicles pulled up to the curb, you shoved Bucky away from you and stumbled towards it. “Y/N-”

“No, James. Go back inside. Leave me the fuck alone.”

Tears swam in Bucky’s eyes as he watched you clamber your way into the car, slamming the door closed without even glancing back at him.

***

Abiding to your wishes, Bucky stayed away from you.

It had been months since you two had spoke, and it was killing him. You were so close, sometimes just arm’s length away from him, but still so far. He longed so terribly to hold you, kiss you, love you with everything he had in him.

But he was a good man, and he didn’t want to make you unhappy. And, if leaving you alone made you happiest, then that was exactly what he was going to do.

Little did he know, you were just as torn up inside.

You didn’t like him, no, not at all. You were in love with him. So horribly, terribly in love with him that you didn’t realize just how much it pained you to be so far from him until you forced the wedge between you two yourself. 

You couldn’t decide which was worse: having to patch him up silently after missions gone awry, touching his skin so delicately that it made your hands shake, or seeing the shattered look on his face when you’d finish up on bandaging him and rushing away from him because you knew that if you lingered for even a second, you couldn’t force yourself to leave.

There were nights when you’d lay awake, tucked away with the Howlies in a safe house or other hideaway that you all had stumbled upon, feeling the cold creep into your bones and possess your mind to think of things that would make you warm. Almost always, it wandered to Bucky. Having his arms around you, his warm breath fanning over your skin, the heavy lull of sleep pulling you both under as you held each other close.

When you woke in the morning, Bucky would be where he always was, in his makeshift bed just feet from you.

You figured that night would go the same way.

That was until the group of men came crashing in through the front door of the safe house, dragging a limp-legged Bucky inside with their arms tucked underneath his.

You cleared off the dinner table and instructed them to lay him down on it and grab your first aid kit all while you filled a bowl with water and soaked a washcloth.

“What the hell happened?” you snapped, setting the bowl down to undo the buttons on his shirt and jacket to get to the wound that was incessantly oozing blood. 

“We were ambushed,” Steve explained, fishing the tools out of your bag that he knew you would need. “Lost track of Buck, and he got roughed up real bad.”

“Roughed up? He’s been shot, Steve.” You scrubbed the blood away from his skin with the washcloth, wringing it out again and again until the bowl held more blood than water. One of the men swooped in to replace it, but you were too focused in on Bucky’s injuries to know who. With the clean-ish washcloth, you held it over the weeping bullet wound on his side, earning a weak groan from him. “Good, you’re conscious. Stay that way, please. I’m all out of smelling salts.”

“How bad is it?” Bucky slurred, attempting to sit up before you forced his head back down.

“Bad enough. Luckily it doesn’t look like it hit anything vital, so you’ll just need stitched up and then you’re good to go.”

“You’re not gonna take it out?”

“Don’t need to. It’ll probably be worse if I go rooting around in your body for it, and it won’t feel good either.”

He nodded. “Thanks, doll.”

You couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips, taking the needle and thread from Steve. “Does it hurt?”

He shrugged, his tongue darting out to wet his chapped lips as he stared up at the ceiling. “Not that bad.”

You nodded. “Good, that’s good. I’m gonna get started on your stitches now, okay?”

“Okay.”

After threading the needle, you got to work, trying to suture him as quickly and efficiently as possible before the guilt that rose from his pained noises swallowed you whole. “Okay, okay, last one. It’s almost done.” You pulled the needle through one last time and tied the thread before snipping it. “All done. Just need to patch it up and you’re all good to go.”

Your gaze rose to the spot where Steve once was, only to find it vacant, save for the gauze and medical tape that sat on the table. It seemed that all of the men left some time ago, the dining area completely desolate other than you and Bucky. Confusion sat on your shoulders as you layered the gauze over the stitches and taped it down.

Alright,” you sighed out, grabbing the now-cold washcloth and wiping off your bloodied hands. “Anything else hurting you?”

“My heart hurts, doll,” he rasped, his hand tentatively raising and reaching out for you.

Panic flooded over your features, hands immediately skimming over his bare chest until they felt the thudding heartbeat under his skin. “What? What’s wrong?”

He chuckled. “I missed you, doll. My heart hurts because I missed you.”

A huff puffed out of your nose as your jaw tightened. “Jesus, James, you scared the shit out of me.”

“Y/N.” His hands found their place over yours, drawing your attention to them before lifting your gaze up to his face. “I missed you.”

“Stop. Don’t say that. Don’t...” You yanked your hands out from under his and ran them through your hair, turning on your heel. “Please, I can’t do it.”

From behind you, the table began to creak, and you looked over your shoulder to see Bucky sliding off of it and barely catching himself with his hands on the ledge. You rushed back over to him, wrapping your arms around his torso to steady him. “See, doll? I’m literally falling for ya,” he teased, a little breathlessly, one of his hands migrating upwards to cup your cheek. “What do you mean you can’t do it? You can’t let me love you?”

Your brows knit together in anguish and you searched his eyes. “No, James. I can’t. It’s too big of a risk.”

“Why?”

“Because I-” You sucked in a stuttering breath. “I gave in before, and it got me hurt. I can’t do it again.”

He matched your anguished expression at your words. “Is this about that night?” At your nod, he let out a sigh, his warm fingers tracing over the apple of your right cheek. “Oh, darling, I’m so sorry.”

“I bet she’s perfect for you,” you rasped, tugging your lower lip between your teeth. “I mean, she looked better in that dress than I did. And I bet she doesn’t have a big mouth she’s a proper girl and-and she isn’t fucking destroyed by what she’s seen from this war.”

“No, you’re perfect for me. God, doll, you’re everything I could ever want. Prettiest damn girl I’ve ever seen, and that’s not even the half of it. I love your big mouth and your improperness and I love you despite all that you’ve seen. You’re the one for me, I’m sure of it.” The heavy thump of his heart in his chest made him swear that you could hear it, but secretly, he hoped you did. He hoped you could hear the blood that coursed through his veins only for you. “And I wanna show you just how much you mean to me, if you’ll let me.”

You’d never realized that ‘weak in the knees’ was a real feeling until then. 

With a deep breath, and avoiding the wound on his stomach, you entwined your arms tightly around him and rested your head against his chest, listening to that thumping heartbeat like it was a melody. “Let’s get you to bed, Sarge. I think you’re a little loopy from the blood loss,” you whispered, holding him close for just a moment longer before pulling away and slinging his arm over your shoulder to assist him over to his bed.

His heavy, dragging footsteps echoed through the hollow house, washing away the sound of your staggered breaths. However, he barely leaned any of his weight on you, using whatever energy he had left to hold himself steady to avoid weighing you down. “Will you lay with me?” he hummed as the two of you reached his portion of the floor layered with old blankets and flat pillows.

Slowly, you helped lower him down onto the blankets, purposely staying silent but concealing it as concentration on making him as comfortable as possible. “Sarge-”

“C’mon, pretty girl. Just one night?”

You pursed your lips and stuffed a pillow underneath his hips to keep his wound elevated, avoiding his gaze. “Will you be good?”

He smirked, reaching out and grabbing your arm, pulling you down with him and placing your head on his chest. “Of course I will, doll. When am I not?”

A small hum left your lips, but you made no effort to pull away. “Just one night, sarge. That’s it.”

***

It wasn’t only one night. 

Both of you quickly realized that being in each other’s company at night made the following day better, brighter. Whether that was due to the sleep that was finally coming or the comfort that came from being with the other, you couldn’t tell, but you loved it either way.

Of course, it didn’t help with your growing infatuation with the man, but with how clearly entranced Bucky was by every little thing you did, and the way he held you so close and tenderly at night, you accepted that something good could come of it. 

“alright, shirt off,” you instructed, scrubbing your hands under the running stream of water.

“Gosh, that sure is forward of you,” Bucky hummed, the playful grin on his lips evident in his voice as he untucked his shirt from his pants and pulled it off.

“Just trying to make sure you don’t die, sarge.” You dried your hand on a tattered scrap of cloth before tossing it to the side and heading over to him, eyes flickering over his abdomen and the already-halfway-healed bullet wound. “This is insane, Buck. It-it makes no sense.”

“Maybe all of those HYDRA experiments did have some benefits.”

You gave him a glare before redirecting your attention to the wound, gently skirting your fingers over the scab that remained. Just two weeks earlier, you had removed the stitches, and now, the wound was barely even there, apart from the scar and the minuscule scab. “When did you say the soreness stopped?”

“About a week in, I think.”

“Fascinating.” You rose to your full height as you shook your head in disbelief. 

Bucky slipped his shirt back on before taking your hands in his and pulling you close to him. “I think you might just be magic, doll.”

You chuckled, tilting your head up to look into his eyes. “I think you might just be delusional, sarge.”

His eyes rolled, though a smile settled on his lips. “I think it’s because I’m so very enchanted by you, darling.”

Tugging your lower lip between your teeth, one hand slipped away from his and settled on the junction between his neck and shoulder. “Really?”

He nodded, his now-free hand grazing up the length of your back before cupping the back of your head, his fingers threaded in your locks. “Absolutely.”

The haziness in his eyes as they flickered over your features made you breathless and dizzy, absentmindedly leaning closer to him. You wondered if your eyes looked the same, lost in the beauty that he held in his face, in every ridge and bump that made him him. 

You didn’t realize how much the distance shortened between you two until he bowed his head and bumped his nose against yours. “Bucky,” you whispered, the word almost hitching in your throat as his eyes lifted to yours.

“Yes?” he responded, his pulse quickening under your fingertips.

“Kiss me, please.”

He nodded breathlessly and smashed his lips against yours, tangling his fingers in your hair and tightening his grip. You sighed into his mouth, cupping his jaw and feeling the muscles below your fingertips work as he kissed you.

As the two of you melted into the kiss -into each other-  Bucky wondered if you could feel the excitement buzzing through his very soul, fueled by your touch and the love he finally was able to bestow onto you.

You parted from his lips to gasp for breath, eyes slowly fluttering open to meet his gaze. He gave you a smile through his panting breaths, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple. “Don’t ever wanna leave you, doll,” he rasped, burying his nose into your hair.

“Who says you have to?” you chuckled, smoothing your fingers over his skin.

He sucked in a shuddering breath and lifted his head, searching your face. A moment later, he nodded. “Right, you’re... you’re right.”

You furrowed your brows. “What’s wrong? You seem uneasy.”

A strange look washed over his face, so quickly that you almost missed it, but it made your stomach turn. “We’re supposed to be taking down a HYDRA-run train, early in the morning. I’ve just had... a strange feeling about it. Guess I’m a little out of it, I guess.”

“Are you scared that something will happen?” He shrugged. “I guess so. But I don’t want to worry you about it. It’ll all be okay.”

You nodded, squeezing his hand. “Now you’ve got something you have to come back to.”

His lips quirked upwards and he pulled you into a hug. “You’ve always been the thing I have to come back to.”

***

He never came back.

And you knew no matter how much you screamed at Steve, clung to his jacket when sobs overtook your body as you cursed him for letting Bucky die, it wouldn’t bring him back. It wouldn’t fill the hole in your chest that he dug for himself to fit into, wouldn’t change the fact that the man you loved so much was now laying dead at the base of a mountain, snow slowly falling over him until it’d eventually cover him up.

Then, of course, Steve had to leave you, too. The only man who could tell you about Bucky, about who he was before you knew him, the only man that could keep you hanging onto whatever you had left of Bucky, was at the bottom of the fucking ocean.

Reluctantly, the rest of the Howling Commandos left you in that house, because after all, there was still a war to win. A war you had no reason to fight in anymore. 

So, you lived off of whatever was left in that rickety old house in Austria, slept in Bucky’s old spot, and stared out the windows waiting for him to somehow come back to you. However, as your supplies slowly shrunk down to nothing and cabin fever was running rampant inside of you, you finally decided that it was time to leave.

All of your’s and Bucky’s items were packed up, and the last thing you had to do was stuff the blankets into wherever they could fit. As you stripped them apart and folded them, a piece of paper fluttered out from between two blankets.

Your heart thudded up to your throat as you stared at it, sitting so peacefully on the cold wooden floorboards despite its screaming at you. With a deep breath, you plucked it off of the floor and stared at the words scrawled across it, mind too frazzled to read it just yet.

You took a pause, squeezing your tear-soaked eyes shut before reluctantly opening them and taking in Bucky’s words.

You’re sleeping as I’m writing this. You’re a snoring little monster, but you’re so cute I just can’t wake you. I’m leaving for our mission in ten minutes. I just felt that since you won’t wake up with me there, at least you’ll have this letter. 

I don’t quite know why I’ve been overcome with the urge to write this, to tell you all of this, but maybe I do. Maybe I want to get it all out, to let you know just in case I don’t come back. 

But I’ll come back. I’ll always come back to you.

And when I come back, I want to kiss you and hug you and hold you so close until you get tired of me, and then I’ll hold you even tighter.

And then I want to propose. I don’t have a ring for you yet, but I promise you, I’m gonna get you the best ring money can buy. Make all of your girlfriends jealous. And I’m gonna marry you. Oh, I’m gonna marry the hell out of you. We’re gonna have a big ol’ wedding with an even bigger cake, and we’ll eat that cake for days afterward until we get sick together.

We’ll get a nice big house, right outside of the city, maybe have a few kids. You could patch them up when they fall just like you did for me. And I’ll love them, and I’ll love you with everything I have in me. 

Hopefully, you found this letter on my pillow when you woke up. And hopefully, you’ll tell me yes when I come back to you. 

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Got Me Daydreamin'

Masterlist

James Potter x fem!reader (non-Gryffindor)

word count: 1.2k

song: Daydreamin' -Ariana Grande

warning(s): cursing, reader is a simp for James, tiny bit of smut, sub James, fluff

background info: Skye: your best friend and Remus and Sirius' girlfriend y/h: your house

You walked in

Caught my attention

I’ve never seen

A man with so much dimension

Flashback to 1st year

“His name is James Potter and he’s in Gryffindor.” My friend Skye tells me.

“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you, but I do not care who your crush of the month is.”

“If you were actually listening to me, this one is for you.”

“Why are you trying to find a boy for me?”

“Because you refuse to do it yourself. OH! There he is! Be cool.”

“The maniac that’s screaming is telling me to be cool. Okay.”

In comes the most gorgeous boy I’ve ever seen in my whole life. He’s quite tall, curly hair, and the most adorable round glasses. He’s followed by Sirius and two other boys, but they don’t stick out as much as James. Well, to me anyway.

“Woah. Who’s the dude with the long black hair.”

“I’m surprised you don’t know. He’s Sirius Black. He’s a part of one of the oldest and richest wizarding families." I say with an exaggerated tone. "All of our families have met multiple times. Remember a few years ago The Malfoys had a ball? He was literally picking on you all night.”

“THAT’S Sirius? Wow. He really grew. Distract James so I can talk to him.”

“Bitch what?”

And then she pushes me in James' direction. I turn around and see her already flirting with Sirius like he hasn’t been flirting with her for the past 6 years.

When I turn, I see James looking back at me smiling.

It’s the way you walk

The way you talk

Current Day

I finally convinced James to study with me. Well, it was more like Sirius and Remus are with Skye doing I don’t even wanna know what since Peter is out with Penny.

He’s actually running late, so I’m just sitting here people-watching until he comes. I’m only waiting about 2 more minutes until I see him walk through the library doors. I promise you this man struts when he walks and he knows it.

He talks to a few people before he turns to find me. His smile widens when he sees me and it makes my heart flutter because it’s so crazy how that’s his reaction when he sees me, yet here I am with butterflies in my stomach and can barely breathe and we’ve been dating for 3 years.

“Hey lovely.” He says while sitting down.

I admire him for a bit before leaning over to kiss him. He instantly responds. We kiss for about 15 more seconds before I peck his lips one, two, three times before we part. I open my eyes to see his still closed.

“What was that for?”

“I couldn’t wait until tonight. Can we go to my room now?” I respond. He flutters his eyes open and oh my gosh, yeah. I need to get him to my room as soon as possible.

“I thought we were gonna study?”

“That was before you came over here looking all cute. Come on.” I say while standing up and walking away. I hear him scramble to get his stuff together. As I’m halfway to the door I feel his arm wrap around my shoulder as we continue our way out of the library. I already know he has a shit-eating grin on his face.

I can tell he’s just blindly following me since we usually go to his dorm, but instead, we’re in front of my house.

I can also tell he’s blindly following me due to seeing the dreamy look in his eyes when I seat him on my bed. I straddle his lap and kiss his lips before moving to his cheek and then down to his neck. I stop for a second to look at his face. He makes a little whining noise as I pull away.

“Why’d you stop?” I hear him say with a pout.

“Because I’m doing some of my best work and you haven’t even as much as touched me.” I say laughing a bit to let him know I’m not completely serious.

“I’m sorry it just felt so good that I got lost in the feeling. Please keep doing it I promise I’ll touch you just please.”

I love it when he gets subby for me. I give him a devious smirk before going back to his neck. I feel his hands caress my sides before moving down to my butt. As soon as reach back up to his lips I feel his hands start to move me back and forth over his crotch. I moan into his mouth as he picks up speed a little.

“Miss l/n. Miss l/n.” a distant voice says.

So I’m daydreamin’

With my chin in the palm of my hands

About you, you, and only you

Current day in Transfigurations

I hear Professor McGonagall call my name again.

“Maybe we should spend a little less time daydreaming and a little more time actually paying attention to our spells.” I hear her say as I fully wake up from yet another daydream about James.

“Sorry Professor.” I say sheepishly.

 I really need classes to hurry up and end. The days literally feel so long when we don’t have any classes together.

I just can’t wait until we’re finally alone so I can hold him in my arms. We mold so well together. He always says I was made for him. It makes me cringe when he says it because I’m the only girl to not fall for the corny shit he says, but I’m in love with all of his charms; corny or not. Doesn’t stop the cringe though.

I don’t daydream through any of my other classes though in fear of being called out again but that doesn’t stop me from doodling his name on my notes or writing my name with his last name together. I wonder if it’ll actually happen.

-.-.-.-

I can’t believe I forgot he had practice today. Two extra hours of not getting to see him. Of course, I’ll see him in the great hall but since we’re in different houses I don’t get to BE with him. This is complete bullshit.

-.-.-.-

Since its easier for me to get inside of his house than him in mine I decide to leave dinner early and go wait in the common room. It’s actually quite cozy. Very Gryffindor. Of course I have a bias towards y/h since I’m in it and it’s the best, but I do quite enjoy being in here.

I guess I was really lost in my thoughts because I didn’t even hear Remus, Peter, Sirius, and James walk in considering how loud they were.

I didn’t space back in until I felt James’ arms wrap around my shoulders.

“Hello Mrs. Potter.”

“Hello Mr. Potter.” I say back trying not to smile too much.

“I missed you today.”

“I missed you too.”

“Bet I missed you more.” He says before kissing my forehead.

“I bet I’m gonna throw up if you lot continue being mushy.” Sirius says disgusted.

“Remmy, your boyfriend is dick deprived again. Please go have your way with him. Oh, and your guy's girlfriend who is already upstairs.” I say with a smirk and feel James chuckle beside me.

“I’m going to because I was planning on it anyway. Not because you told me to.” Remus responds to me before he drags Sirius up to their dorm room.

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Incident with a time turner

Part 7: Hogsmeade

Sirius x Fem! Potter! Reader

Summary: The pair head to Hogsmeade, setting their plan in motion to catch Peter, but when Harry gets hurt, Sirius can’t help but feel responsible

Warnings: cursing, mentions of bullying

a/n: Longest part yet, got a little carried away, enjoy!

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“Better than the train?” y/n looks behind her, her hands griping the handles tightly, as they whiz through the air

Sirius wraps his arm around her waist, keeping the other firmly half on the handle, half over her smaller hand, he bends down towards her ear “Much better”

Y/n cheeks heat up feeling his grip on her, she shuffles back leaning into him slightly. Sirius smiles to himself, resting his chin on her shoulder as they fly. When Sirius first saw his bike he was thrilled, he loved that bike, and his heart warmed knowing she had gone through the effort of getting it back.

He always wanted one, although the original reason he was so interested in getting one was to piss off his parents. He used to hang posters of them along with half-naked women on his walls to annoy his mother, even using a permanent sticking charm so she couldn’t remove them. After he left Hogwarts he moved in with James, shortly after he decided on a whim to finally buy one.

After letting Sirius gawk over the bike, they both removed the side car from it and shrunk it down to a normal size. Y/n implemented an invisibility booster so they could fly there without raising any suspicion from both muggles and wizards alike, Molly had told her about it, explaining how her husband had put one on their old car.

They land the bike a few miles away from town, despite having the booster they agreed Sirius’ bike might be recognisable by some of the professors or old order members that often visited Hogsmeade. Y/n casts an invisibility charm on the area around the bike, just in case any students or residents of Hogsmeade ventured out too far. The pair stash their helmets in the charmed area along with a spare bag filled with emergency supplies.

“Reminded me of the good old days” Sirius notes as they start to walk in the direction of Hogsmeade

“Yeah” She smiles, walking ahead of him, turning around so she’s walking backwards “Hey, you remember the first time you took James on it” she starts giggling

Sirius chuckles remembering that day “He screamed like a little baby”

“You know you’d think for a guy that played quidditch all his life he’d be less scared of a bike”

Sirius watches her fondly as she giggles, he walks up to her, wrapping his arm around her “I also remember the day I got it”

—————— flashback ——————

“What in the name of…” Y/n wakes up to knock or clink at her window

She sits up, stretching groggily as she gets up to go to the window. Just as she gets to the curtain, there’s another clink at the window. “Jeez louise I’m coming, I’m coming” she says as she opens the curtain, to see Sirius hanging on the pipe next to her window

“Merlin” she opens up the window, letting him climb into her room “You realise you used to live here right, you don’t need to sneak in” she questions smiling at his antics

“I know but where’s the fun in that darling” Sirius winks at her, y/n tries her best to hide her blush, shifting to close the window

As y/n closes the window he smiles, she was wearing one of his shirts, with some red tartan bottoms. Y/n had stayed with her parents after he and James moved into a flat together, her flat with Alice and Lily wouldn’t be ready for another month. Sirius missed her, with them both being assigned different mentors they hardly saw each other anymore, which is why after he made the impulse decision to buy a motorbike, he rode it straight to the Potters household after adding a couple magic modifications.

It was funny, James had always been his closest friend, a brother to him, his chosen family, but he never saw y/n as a sister. She was the one he felt he could be most vulnerable with, the person he wanted to tell first when he got good news or bad, his best friend, and the girl he didn’t realise he had fell for until he hit the ground

“So, what brings you back to my neck of the woods” she plops herself down next to him on her bed

He gives her a cheeky smile “I know that look, what did you do?” she asks

Now she got a good look at him, she noticed he was wearing his favourite leather jacket and he had a new tattoo poking out the top of his slightly unbuttoned shirt. He looked great, he always did though, there was a reason people fell for him, and she was no different.

“Put on some shoes, love” he taps her leg standing up “Got something I wanna show you”

Y/n giggles a little “Sir yes sir” she pretends to salute as she goes over to the chair by her bed

Sirius chuckles, before his eyes widen as she looks up at him ready to pull down her pyjama bottoms “Sirius turn around” she motions at him “You didn’t think I would go out in my pjs did you?”

“oh…right” Sirius turns around, blushing a little, merlin what’s wrong with me, why am I blushing

Y/n slips on her jeans and shoes, it was early August so she didn’t bother with a jacket. She walks over to the window, opening it, sitting one leg in one leg out as she calls out to him “You coming Siri”

He turns around smiling a little as he nods, following her out the window and down the pipe. He’d told multiple girls over the years he hated being called Siri but never y/n. He liked when she called him it, she never called him by his marauders name despite calling the rest by theirs, it made him feel special.

“Ta da” Sirius gestures to the motorbike, presenting his latest pride and joy

Y/n’s eyes light up, her mouth agape before morphing into a huge smile “You didn’t” she playfully hits him in the shoulder, walking up to check out the bike

“I did, I’m assuming you approve?”

“Hell yeah” she smiles back at him again, running her hands over the handlebars

His heart leaps at her reaction, he didn’t know why, but her approval meant more than anything to him. He steps forward, mounting the bike.

She looks at him hopefully “Can we…” she gestures to the bike

“You didn’t think I rode it all the way here just to show it off, did you?” he chuckles handing her the spare helmet.

Y/ns eyes light up as she takes it from him, slipping it on. Just as she’s about to mount the bike behind him, he stops her “No no, you’re going to want to sit in front, trust me”

She eyes him sceptically before mounting the bike. Sirius moves forward chuckling at her as she gasps a little at his close proximity, her back flush against his chest. Sirius starts the engine, moving his hands onto hers to get her to grip the handlebars, before pressing a little button on the small console, he looked around for a second making sure the area was clear before speeding off, the bike starting to rise up as it gained speed

“Holy shit! It can fly” Y/n grabs the handles a little tighter, sure she was used to flying a broom but the bike felt different, now she understood why Sirius wanted her to sit in front, she’d probably would’ve fell off already

“Don’t worry love, I’ve got you” Sirius wraps one arm around her, moving his head to kiss her cheek before resting it on her shoulder

“That was awesome!” Y/n exclaims as she takes off her helmet

“Glad you enjoyed it love, just wait until your brother gets a shot” He leans on the side of the bike, his face unable to hold back his smiles

“Wait Jams doesn’t know yet?” She looks at him in shock, her heart fluttering that he let her see it first, he shakes his head

“Well, I’m honoured to be your first passenger” she walks up to him, handing him the helmet, to which he takes placing it beside his own on the back of the bike

“Your welcome, I needed a good guinea pig” he teases, to which the girl scoffs

“Don’t worry, if the girls don’t fall for you enough already, they’ll sure as hell will with this bad boy” Y/n jokes, smiling at him, pretending not to feel the small pang in her heart

“Aww you know you’re my best girl” he winks, to which she rolls her eyes

Sirius looks down at her, he notices her shiver a little from the breeze “Here” he shrugs off his jacket “take this”

She shakes her head “Siri, I’m literary at my house keep it”

He ignores he draping the jacket over her shoulders, she looked up at his face pouting with fake annoyance, before slipping her arms through the jacket properly. He smiles, it was a little big on her but she looked great in it, perfect even, it was then he hit the ground, I love her, prongs is gonna kill me

Y/n looked up smiling at him “What?”

His life altering realisation was cut short by Y/n’s mother, Euphemia shouting, “Sirius Orion Black! Y/n me Potter...”

—————— end of flashback ——————

“She was livid” Y/n giggles “You know she grounded me until I moved in with Lils and Alice”

As their laughs die down, the stop Hogsmeade as they reach the end of the forest. Sirius shifts into his dog form, sticking close to y/ns side as they walk down the last stretch. Y/n adjusts her scarf as they walk through town, even though her scar was quite old, it was unique and she didn’t want to draw any attention to herself. There was a small chance someone might recognise her, they had taken some precautions, obviously Sirius would remain in his dog form whenever they were in public, and y/n planned to use her animagus form to sneak in and out of the room. However, as she walked through the town, as when she had to interact with other people, she would wear a turtle neck, or scarf and use her hair or a hat to shield her face and scar. They knew it would get easier once it approached late autumn, the extra layers would make it easier to cancel her identify, as well as Sirius’ if he couldn’t shift for any reason.

When they got to the B&B, Sirius begrudgingly let the owner’s daughter play with him as y/n checked in. Once they got up to the room, Sirius shifted back. They were on the first floor, in a room at the back of the building, they were lucky with the way the canopy on the side of the building was, it meant Sirius could also sneak out of the room in his form. They set up a map of hogsmeade and the castle on the desk in the room, y/n also charmed it, much like the one they used when creating the marauders map so the maids who came in to clean wouldn’t see what they were up if they were nosy.

They came up with a cover story, she told the owner she was a herbology geek that was combing the forest for her latest study, and her dog was helping her sniff out the right plants. That way they could come and go, often heading towards the forest and hence Hogwarts, without much suspicion. Plus, after she bored the inns keeper half to death with useless knowledge, the inn keeper made a note not to bother with any gossip on her since she seemed too boring to harbour any.

Only thing they hadn’t thought of was there was only one double bed in the room. The first night was a bit awkward, both attempting to stay on their respective side as they tried to fall asleep. Sirius wanted to respect her space, it took everything in him not to turn around and wrap his arms around her. Y/n wasn’t any different, all she wanted was to shuffle over and cuddle into him like they had the night of their reunion.

The first week was slow, plotting exactly how they were going to get to peter, y/n knew from both Molly and Harry that Ron was very protective over ‘Scabbers’, so it wasn’t going to be easy to steal him if Ron was constantly around. That was until y/n received a letter from her nephew with some interesting information, he wrote that Crookshanks, Hermione’s new cat seemed to be constantly trying to attack Ron’s rat. Y/n had noticed in her animagus form that regular birds and other animals were able to tell she wasn’t a real robin, which meant Crookshanks could also tell what, or more like who Scabbers really was.

Y/n and Sirius planned to gain the cats trust, since y/n could effortlessly fly into Hogwarts undetected, she would be able to get to Crookshanks quite easily. The thought of her flying through one of the windows into Harry and Ron’s dorm had crossed their minds, but it would be risky, not to mention once she’s in she would have no way of getting Peter out of there without him anyone noticing. Then, there was the problem that any of the boys in the dorm could be in there, and there was no guarantee Peter would even stay in there and could too easier slip away as rat when he realised it was her

Sirius and Y/n decided not to tell Harry about the true identity of Scabbers, y/n had explained what he’d gotten up to before, with the troll, philosophers stone, and the chamber of secrets. They knew if Harry found out the man who was responsible was within his reach he would so something about it. Besides, she wanted Harry to have a normal year, be a regular teen for once, and let his Godparents handle the rat.

In his letter Harry had asked if he should tell Remus she was alive, he mentioned that Remus helped with a dementor that got onto the train, and after their encounter he felt like he could trust him. This made Sirius and y/n smile, they knew Remus was trustworthy, he was the best out of all of them, but they couldn’t risk him getting involved, not yet anyway. Y/n wrote back asking not to tell to him she was alive, as he still believed Sirius was a traitor, she mentioned she had a lead on Peter, and it kept Remus safer if he didn’t know the truth for now.

By the end of November, their plan seemed to be going well, y/n and Sirius were slowly gaining Crookshanks trust. That was until Halloween, when Sirius was growing impatient, feeling cooped up in their room. Luckily y/n managed to convince him not to do anything rash, leading them to go a long walk in the forest, even going a ride on the bike, letting him clear his head. Afterward, Sirius was glad she stopped him, if he had gone through with it he would have alerted everyone he was there. While at the moment despite there being dementors roaming the grounds, no one could say for certainty that Black was there or if he would even come to Hogwarts, which they hoped meant they could catch Peter off guard.

“Were there always these many stairs or am I just less fit than I thought I was” Sirius puffs a bit, as they near the top

Y/n chuckles a little at his complaining, but nods in agreement as she says “You’re not the only one. Actually…think this is the first time I’ve climbed one of these”

“Really?” he looks at her raising an eyebrow “I though you said you watched Harrys games last year?”

“Yes, and yes…but I was always playing back when we were a school and I can fly remember” She shifts into her form flying up the last flight of stairs before shifting back, a smug smile on her face

“That’s not fair” he shakes his head, huffing before trudging up the steps

As they pair see people starting to head to the stands they both shift into their animagus forms, Sirius jumps up to sit on one of the benches at the back. Y/n moves to perch herself on top of his head, Sirius looks up, despite being a dog it was clear he was smiling.

Y/n and Sirius watch in anticipation as Gryffindor and Hufflepuff play, after a couple hours, Gryffindor is winning. As Harry spots the snitch he also spots a dog in the stands, spooking him. In his shock over the sight of the same dog he fails to see his aunt is with him, while he’s distracted he fails to see the 100 or so dementors until they are right on top of him. Y/n and Sirius watch in horror as Harry is knocked off his broom plummeting towards the ground, fortunately Dumbledore appears to ease his fall.

Sirius heads back to the Inn, while y/n flies into the hospital wing to check on Harry. As she flies up to the open window, she settles on top of it, watching as people came and gone visiting Harry. After a while, everyone leaves, the other students in the infirmary were asleep, along with Harry himself. She flies down into the room, shifting as she lands by his bed. Taking one of his hands with hers, before moving one to his hair in a motherly fashion.

She had overhead Madam Pomfrey say he would be okay but she watched to keep him over the weekend, but she was still worried. For some strange reason, she felt like the dementors where going after Harry on purpose. She didn’t think the train was an accident either, she didn’t know much about the logistics that saved Harry that night and defeat Voldemort, but she did wonder if Dumbledore was keeping something. She brushed away the thought for now, Dumbledore always did things for a reason, sure he was cryptic and to a degree, damn right manipulative, but she didn’t think he would do anything to intentionally hurt Harry.

After a few minutes she shifted and flew away, unbeknownst to her, the one and only Severus Snape witnessed the interaction. He was coming to check on Harry himself when he saw a robin fly in and shift, he realised that must be Robin Evans the women that adopted him, but the man never believed for a second that was her real name. At the same time, he never thought the women would be none other than Y/n Potter herself, a woman that’s been thought to be dead the last 12 years. Snape watched as she seemed to comfort Harry in his sleep, he saw the way she looked over him with such love, like a mother would.

Although he hated James, and all the marauders for that matter, he didn’t completely despise y/n. She never seemed to play a part in their cruelty towards him, in fact she’d actually told them off a few times for going too far. Y/n was also a prankster but unlike her friends she pranked those who deserved it, like she pranked anyone that called lily, or any other muggleborn students a mudblood, she pranked the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff girls that bullied and shamed others and she even pranked fellow Gryffindors, including her brother and friends when they went too far.

Snape decided to keep what he saw to himself, but to keep an eye out for that robin from now on. As the man walked away he recalled how well she had aged, he pondered why she waited until last year to seek adoption of harry, or if she was helping Black. If she was helping him, why would she care for Harry? He started to wonder if Harry might not be the one Black was after, he shook away the thoughts, deciding not to jump to any conclusions.

Y/n made her way up to their room, as she opened the door she was met with Sirius, sitting on the edge of the bed, head hung, hands fiddling nervously. As he heard the door his head shot up

“Is he okay?” the worry was evident in his voice

She closes the door, walking over, taking a seat next to him, before grasping his hand “He’s fine Siri, I overheard Poppy saying he’ll be just fine” y/n left out that part where she heard her say the dementors were having an alarming effect on Harry, it was clear Sirius felt like he was to blame

“This is all my…” she cuts him off, bringing her hands up, forcing him to look at her

“Sirius Black this isn’t your fault, don’t you dare blame yourself” she scolds him

“They showed up because of…” she puts her hand over his mouth shutting him up again

“They showed up on the train and you weren’t there, so no they didn’t show up because of you. Got it?”

Sirius gestures with his eyes, “Oh” she chuckles taking her hand off his face

“I’m not to blame” he mutters

“Sorry I didn’t quite get that?” she tried to get him to laugh with her, but he’s not in the mood

“I’m not saying it again…I’m going to bed” he stands up walking over to get into the bed, climbing in, he watches as she sighs heading into the bathroom to get changed.

Sirius looks over at y/n’s figure, turned away from him, he shouldn’t have dismissed her like that, she only trying to help. He turned around, shifting a little closer to her, wrapping his arm around her slowly, giving her ample time to swat his arm away if she was uncomfortable. His heart flutters as her own hand moves down to cup his, giving it a squeeze, he takes this as permission to move closer, pulling her into him.

“It’s not my fault” he whispers, she doesn’t say anything, just squeezes his hand again, smiling to herself

Sirius smiles a little, snuggling into her, the two feeling at peace as they fall asleep in each other arms, both saying I love you in their head to one another

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